After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 900: Chapter 904: The Key on Her Chest

”Alright.”

He responded.

This woman, he wanted her.

Whether it was her body, her heart, he wanted it all, and more importantly, she wanted to possess him too. That feeling of being desired was far more intense and blazing than the feeling of desiring.

The overhead light caught the beads of sweat on his face, reflecting them in sparkling rainbow colors.

She looked at him, this man before her was still the same as five years ago; he always looked at her with such focus, as if she was everything in his life.

Before, she never dared to look at him, but this time, she didn’t want to look away. She didn’t want to miss his first moment, every minute and every second.

...

Until everything ended.

They still clung to each other without moving, forehead to forehead, letting each other’s breaths mingle and blend together.

Leng Zimo kissed her lips again, a heavy sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

Possessing her gave him more of a sense of accomplishment than any victory he had achieved in the business world.

”Did I hurt you?!”

She gently shook her head.

His gaze fell on the key hanging at her neck; he was taken aback.

Earlier, with his mind solely on her, he hadn’t paid much attention to these details. Now that the passion was fading, her key naturally caught his attention.

Using a key as a necklace wasn’t exactly unique, but her key differed from typical decorative key necklaces.

That key was neither gold nor silver, nor was it adorned with any diamonds or gems. It was a real key.

That key hung quietly between her collarbones.

Dazzling, bright, possessing a unique texture.

Disjointed images vaguely flashed across his mind, a headache subtly arose again, and Leng Zimo frowned.

”What’s wrong?!”

Noticing his uneasy expression, Luo Xiaoqian asked worriedly.

”Your necklace, it’s very special...”

He endured the headache, not wanting her to sense his discomfort.

A necklace?!

Luo Xiaoqian was startled, glancing at her chest, then at his face, she suddenly understood.

”You... is your head hurting again?!”

Could it be that his headache really was related to the hypnosis incident?!

”It’s nothing, I just need to rest for a moment.”

He gently shook his head, just held her even tighter in his embrace.

At times like this, he didn’t want anything to disrupt them, even if it was his headache.

”Is it here?!”

Lifting her palm, she gently massaged his temples; this was a method taught by the doctor last time, saying massaging would benefit brain fatigue.

...

...

”Once more, could we?!”

He looked at her face, asking.

How could she refuse?!

Her arms slid down, wrapping around his still sweat-drenched neck, Luo Xiaoqian said nothing, only initiated another kiss.

Her kiss was her answer.

...

When it ended, her body was already soft and weak.

”I can’t stand up.”

”I’ll carry you upstairs!” As if holding a child, he carried her upstairs, Leng Zimo directly laid her down on the guestroom bed, lowered his face to kiss her lips, ”Mo Mo needs to go to the bathroom, I’ll come back to help you bathe in a bit.”

Luo Xiaoqian felt a pang of shame in her heart, she had been so caught up in herself that she forgot about this matter.

Thankfully, he remembered.

After tidying up his clothes briefly, he turned and walked out of the guestroom, entered her bedroom, and gently shook the little one’s shoulder.

”Mo Mo, get up and go to the bathroom!”

The little one groggily got up, was carried into the bathroom, and then sent back to the pillow, immediately falling asleep again.

Carefully tucking him in, Leng Zimo fetched a set of clothes for Luo Xiaoqian from the wardrobe and then quietly tiptoed back out, returning to the guestroom. There, he found her exhausted, curled up in the blanket, clearly very tired, yet seemingly afraid she’d fall asleep, her eyes wide open.