After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 Frozen into Ice Pops

After taking several photos, Luo Xiaoqian hopped off the bed to check the images on the camera, only to furrow her brows.

These are all too plain, aren’t they?!

Determined, she switched the camera to video mode, adjusted the angle, and once again jumped onto the bed.

She would pull the duvet over both of their bodies, let the strap of her clothes slide down her shoulder, then pull Leng Zimo’s head over and place it on her, pretending he was about to kiss her.

Sometimes she would pin him underneath her, feigning kisses.

...

Flipping through a few snapshots on her phone, she still wasn’t quite satisfied.

”For fame, for money, I’m all in!”

Gathering her courage, she took Leng Zimo’s hand, and gritting her teeth, stuffed it inside her T-shirt.

The man’s palm was warm, and despite the barrier of her clothes, his fingers still made direct contact with her skin. The realness of the touch made her heartbeat speed up instantly.

Her body seemed to heat up in an instant as well.

Creating a scandal is hard work; even though it was only early spring, she felt so hot!

Once more, she took Leng Zimo’s arm, wrapped it around her waist, and with one hand brought his fingers to her lips before snapping a photo on her phone.

In the photo, the man lay with his face down on her body, his eyes closed. Despite a gap of several centimeters between them, it looked as if he was about to kiss her.

”Perfect!” Luo Xiaoqian pressed the lock screen button with satisfaction. ”That’s a wrap!”

Reaching to pull Leng Zimo’s arm that was draped over her, her gaze unintentionally met his eyes, which were already open.

Those weren’t just eyes, they were unmistakably knives, guns.

The god-like man who had been closing his eyes just a moment ago transformed into a devil in an instant.

The phone slipped soundlessly from Luo Xiaoqian’s fingers, sliding off the blanket and onto the floor.

”I... you... I... didn’t mean to... I mean...”

Luo Xiaoqian stammered, and after a moment she snapped back to reality, trying to escape.

Alas, it was too late.

A hand grabbed her arm like a vise and dragged her back.

With a thump.

Her head hit the bedpost hard, but fortunately, she had cushioned it with a pillow beforehand, preventing too much pain.

”Who are you?!”

Holding her down effortlessly, Leng Zimo’s voice was as cold as the Night Sea in the harsh winter, enough to freeze her solid.

”I... I’m a floor attendant!” Luo Xiaoqian came to her senses, struggling to push him away, ”I... I have a chest... card ah...”

She had intended to say ”chest card,” but the man suddenly tightened his grip on her arm, causing her to cry out in pain.

Sensing his gaze, Luo Xiaoqian frantically raised her hand to pull up the duvet. As soon as she lifted her arm, he had seized it, pinning it above her head along with the other one.

”Who are you, really?!”

The deepness in the man’s black eyes was petrifying, as if one look could see right through her. She didn’t dare meet his gaze, afraid her eyes would betray her secret.

She quickly turned her brain over, starting to fabricate a story.

”I... I’m a fan of yours. I’ve always admired you, so... so when I got wind of your whereabouts, I just wanted to come in for an autograph...”

Leng Zimo frowned as he looked at her face.

Bare of makeup, her face was incredibly clean. Under the lights, her skin shone like a peeled egg, lustrous and smooth. Her palm-sized face featured delicate brows and features, especially those eyes. Her thick eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, casting soft shadows on her cheeks. The purity in the depths of her eyes was as clear as a high-altitude lake.