After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 833 - 837: Thought About It for Five Years

The two people, their eyes met.

Luo Xiaoqian’s gaze could no longer move away.

In the past, every time his gaze turned to her, it was filled with infinite indulgence. Although she knew he no longer remembered her, she still didn’t want to see that unfamiliar look in his eyes.

But at this moment, the concern in his eyes felt so familiar, just like five years ago when she would clumsily fall, and he would always help her up, looking at her with concern, then scolding her with a frustrated "Dummy."

During these five years, she worked day and night, raising Luo Jun, working diligently, sometimes only sleeping a few hours each day, pushing her abilities to the limit.

Now, she can easily dance in five-inch heels and drive swiftly through crowded traffic... She is no longer the Luo Xiaoqian who always needed his care.

However, if given a choice, she would rather be that clumsy Luo Xiaoqian loved and spoiled by him.

Leng Zimo’s gaze also couldn’t move away.

Her body was so close, right in his embrace, her waist soft yet resilient between his arms.

Her face was so close, right before his eyes, close enough for him to see her long eyelashes, each one distinct.

Her lips were so close, right beside his lips, faintly colored and slightly parted, her breath lightly brushing his face, a little quick, a little warm, a little sweet... but enough to be enticing.

He didn’t let go but instead tightened his arms and then lowered his face toward her.

From the moment he saw her, he had wanted to do this, only rationality held him back. Now, he no longer wished to control himself.

Staring into each other’s eyes, their faces, already so close, gradually drew nearer. They could feel each other’s breath intermingling, indistinguishable between his and hers.

His lips touched hers; her lips were so soft, softer than he had imagined.

He kissed her unreservedly, just like every time five years ago.

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Luo Xiaoqian was completely lost in his kiss, breathing heavily as she kissed him back. Her arms instinctively reached up, wrapping around his neck.

This man’s embrace, this man’s breath, she had longed for it for five years.

Countless times, she had dreamt of being held by him, waking up only to find a tear-stained pillow cold beside her face.

Now, he was right in front of her, holding her tightly, his embrace carrying that familiar warmth and sense of safety she had yearned for five years. He was her poison; in his presence, her strength, her facade, her calm and composure... were all shattered.

His palm slid through her hair and over her back, separated only by a thin spring shirt. His hand was so hot, it almost burned her.

Five years ago, he could easily control her body, knowing every sensation and secret of hers.

Five years later, it was still the same.

Feeling his hand glide over her back through her spring clothes, Luo Xiaoqian could barely stand and could only cling to him more tightly.

Her skin had a fine texture, like the ivory keys of a piano, tempting his fingers.

After five years, she was still so slender that he could easily feel her ribs.

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In that moment, she almost couldn’t breathe.

Leng Zimo didn’t fare much better; her scent, the arms wrapped around him... everything about her was intensely stimulating to him, and the man’s instinct almost drowned his rationality.

He was unsatisfied; he wanted more.

He wanted her!

Now, immediately, right away...