Traps Of Love

Leng Zetian's slender hand covers Mi Xiaoya's abdomen and is silent for a long time. At the bottom of his deep eyes, there is a kind of complex emotion that is not clear. It spreads between the two people, such as deep love, treasure, tenderness and so on. He once thought that he would never have the emotion in his life, which completely surrounded him.

At this moment, he is so attached that he would rather let time stay forever. He only hopes to live the most ordinary and simple life with Xiaoya. There is no revenge, no right struggle, no intrigue and no danger. It's good for them to live like ordinary people.

However, he did not have the right to choose, from small to large, are.

Just because he is a child of Leng Yucheng.

"Aze, your cell phone rings." Mi Xiaoya inexplicably nervous, she tried to show if nothing happened, but the fundus of the reluctant or unable to restrain revealed.

She held out her hand, took the cell phone on the table and handed it to her, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Mi Xiaoya remembers lengzetian saying that he needs to go out for a while on this day. There is no way to determine the specific date of return. This task is dangerous.

Leng Zetian didn't answer the phone directly. Instead, she stretched out her long arm and turned over to press her whole body.

"Aze -" Mi Xiaoya jumped up quickly in her heart, and her voice was a little rusty. Glancing at Li Yunze's number displayed on her mobile phone, she already understood everything.

The time of parting is just around the corner. He is going to leave.

Tonight, spare her.

When the task is finished, he will give her a more unforgettable goodnight kiss.

Far, far more than that.

"Aze, I will guard my home." What she can do is not let herself become a worry. She will prove that she is also very strong.

"Good, sleep." Leng Zetian's hand relaxed slowly, hugged her like a child to sleep, and patted her back with the other hand.

Mi Xiaoya nodded and didn't feel sleepy at first, but his embrace was really reassuring.

Before she knew it, her breathing became steady.

Leng Zetian affectionately kisses her eyebrows and lashes again. With the most gentle action, she kisses her sleeping face and grinds her ears and temples, saying, "woman, I love you."