Chapter 2344 - 2348: Why Do You Care If It Feels Good to Me or Not

Chapter 2344: Chapter 2348: Why Do You Care If It Feels Good to Me or Not

She had once imagined countless ways she could have met him, picturing their encounter, mutual attraction, and then step by step developing like other lovers, but she never imagined their beginning would be so direct.

Just at first sight, they directly progressed to this level.

Recalling that scene, Luo Xiaoqian felt her heart race and hurriedly splashed her face with cool water several times until her mood finally calmed a bit.

Once her mood settled, another issue surfaced.

Dr. Yin had once said that the scene in her consciousness when she first met him was the key to unlocking the door to her memories.

Leng Zimo had said that this was their first meeting.

So why hasn’t anything come to mind yet?

"Mom?" Luo Jun stood at the door, watching her in a daze, and worriedly called out to her, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Oh, Mom’s fine."

Luo Xiaoqian snapped back to reality, quickly washed up, and then took his little hand to go downstairs.

Maybe it was just because she only saw the video, or perhaps when Zimo returns and she personally visits there, she’ll remember.

Thinking this, Luo Xiaoqian resolved that the first thing she would do in the afternoon was visit the hotel.

These are precious memories to her; she doesn’t want to forget, and it’s unfair to Leng Zimo. She wants to remember everything they’ve been through together.

"Xiao Qian, you’re awake!" Aunt Su saw her coming downstairs and immediately laughed, leading her into the dining room, "Zimo specifically asked me to prepare your favorite chicken soup wontons. Come, try them and see if my cooking measures up to Zimo’s."

Luo Xiaoqian thanked her and sat down at the table, interpreting the undertone of her words and feeling touched, "Zimo... does he often cook for me?"

"Mom, not often, but every day!" Luo Jun chimed in, "Dad said the meals made by nutritionists didn’t suit your taste, so back at the farm, Dad would personally cook breakfast for us every morning."

For a man to occasionally cook for a woman is simple, but to cook every day is no easy task.

Leng Zimo, what virtues do I, Luo Xiaoqian, have to deserve you?!

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Apartment No. 9.

Late morning sunlight streamed in as Xu Xia leisurely awoke, stretched her sore back, and grumbled, "Leng Zirui, you big jerk!"

Complaining, she reached beside her, only to find a pillow.

Opening her eyes in confusion, Xu Xia only saw the other half of the bed empty.

"Zirui?!"

Calling out, no response came, so she noticed the note on the nightstand and picked it up.

"Good morning, dear wife. I need to go and report to the boss first, so I’ve had to leave early. Breakfast is already bought; porridge is warming in the pot. If it gets cold, just use the microwave. Eat all the buns to grow something on your chest—only then is the feel right. Drink the water from the thermos on the desk before you get up; the temperature should be just perfect. Rest at home obediently. If things go smoothly, I’ll take the afternoon off to be with you, and we’ll have a big dinner tonight.

Your husband: Leng Zirui"

"Rogue! It’s not for you to touch, so why do you care about the feel?"

She cursed softly, throwing on her clothes and stepping into the kitchen, finding millet and red date porridge steaming, along with several of her favorite Quanjude buns.

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Good afternoon