Chapter 45 With Her Accompanying Me

d to me"In the cold night, his dark eyes sparkled like stars. He caressed her face and whispered softly, "Because, you are my only one."Tong Yimo clearly saw the strange emotions lurking in Leng Yeshe..."You, you let me down!" Liang Yimo suddenly came back to her senses and patted Leng Yechen's chest.

In the depths of her cold eyes, this action of hers was like a show of affection.

"Don't go!" Leng Yechen rarely spoke in such a playful tone to the woman he loved.

Liang Yimo pushed Leng Yeshen hard, but who knew, Leng Yeshen turned around and after letting her go, directly pressed her against the wall, making her unable to move.

"Baby, which one is the real you" Leng Yechen supported himself on the wall behind Liang Yimo with one hand, and grabbed Liang Yimo's right hand with the other, pressing it firmly against his chest.

Through the man's expensive suit, Liang Yimo could feel her subordinate, his powerful heartbeat.

"Why do you always say such strange things to me" Liang Yimo retorted.

In the cold night, Chen Hui's heart smiled, without saying a word, he lowered his head and took Liang Yimo's pink lips.

His time with her was running out, so he wanted to cherish every minute and second they had together.

Liang Yimo pushed the man away with all her might, but who knew the man would become even more aggressive, not giving her a chance to speak at all. He leaned in and kissed her again.

"Baby, don't say anything anymore, just let me kiss you for a while, okay" Leng Yechen slightly pulled away from Liang Yimo's lips, using his magnetic voice to coax in an ambiguous yet gentle manner.

Liang Yimo was stunned, completely clueless as to why he would kiss her so forcefully every time they met. It was as if they were a couple.

But actually, she still doesn't even know his name.

To her, he was just an acquaintance.

The man's suit jacket and the collar of the pristine white shirt underneath gently brushed against her face, carrying a faint scent.

Such an atmosphere was too dangerous, with a pervasive scent of hormonal musk everywhere.

"I... uh..."

The next moment, Liang Yimo's words that were about to leave her lips were taken back by the domineering man in front of her with a kiss.

He lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to clasp her head, and kissed her soft lips.

The following kiss was lingering and tender, affectionate and hard to let go of.

In the cold night, deep in her heart, from the moment she was taken back by Liu Butler, it signified that she had accepted him.

She is his fiancée, the woman he loves.

So, he kissed her, naturally.

The air seemed to solidify. Liang Yimo's mind went blank, a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. Her hands pressed against Leng Yechen's chest, trying to push him away, but she couldn't.

Leng Yechen's hand wandered over her body, Liang Yimo's body trembled suddenly, her mind blank.

She…she… what's wrong with her

Leng Yechen kissed Liang Yimo's lips again, trying to let the two of them sink into it together like this.

But Liang Yimo suddenly came to her senses, pushing him away suddenly and clumsily. She shook her head while her voice was as soft as a mosquito buzzing, resisting: "No... Don't... don't touch me!"

Leng Ye was stunned for a moment, looking at Liang Yimo who was panicked and flustered. He remained silent for a long time.

Liang Yimo stared at him in terror, letting him see her fear in her eyes.

Suddenly, Leng Yechen's hand reached into Liang Yimo's clothes again.

Liang Yimo just wanted to resist, but suddenly realized that he was only carefully helping her fasten her bra.

And then, his kiss landed again on her forehead, lightly, like a dragonfly's touch.

Leng Ye Shen lovingly stroked Liang Yimo's cheek, the rough breaths he'd just taken now gradually calming. "Baby, I'm sorry. I was too hasty. I won't pressure you."

Liang Yimo didn't understand, why did he have to do these intimate things that only couples could do every time he saw her.

Cold Night Chen looked at the woman before him, who was as fragile and frightened as a startled little bird.

That protective urge welled up in his heart again, prompting Leng Yechen to pull Liang Yimo into his embrace.

"I'm sorry, I miss you so much. That's why I can't help but want to kiss you, to have you." Leng Yechen hugged Liang Yimo tightly, afraid he would lose her just like that.

Liang Yimo, however, pushed away Leng Yeshen in anger and scolded, “You frivolous rascal, don't you know the proper conduct between men and women”

Late at night, Leng Yechen looked at Liang Yimo's pretty face that was red like a ripe apple. He couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Yes, yes, yes, my wife is right, I was too impulsive. Next time I see my wife, I will definitely control myself."

"Please don't say those weird things to me, okay"

"Zizi—"

Before Liang Yimo could finish her words, Leng Yechen's phone in his pocket began to vibrate.

He answered the phone directly with his mobile.

In the next instant, Liang Yimo only saw this man's brows furrowed, as if he had heard something bad and was in a terrible hurry.

Cold Night sank one hand to his phone, continuing the call, while with the other he pulled Liang Yimo's hand and gently kissed her palm. Suddenly, a sharp pocket knife appeared in his hand, startling Liang Yimo.

"What do you want to..." do

Liang Yimo's heart pounded as her eyes widened in fear. Just as she was about to lose her composure, a flash of blade light caught the corner of her eye. "Crack!" The sound of a whip snapping startled her into confusion.

Her long hair, tied in a neat ponytail, cascaded down like silken ink. Leng Yechen gazed at her pretty and well-behaved appearance, a hint of admiration curving his thin lips.

When Liang Yimo focused again, she saw a strand of blue silk on the man's palm.

"After this, with you by my side on missions, I'll remind myself to always come back alive to see you!" Leng Yechen stepped forward, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against Liang Yimo's forehead. After speaking, he turned directly around and quickened his pace, leaving without a word.

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> ambiguous atmosphere, Tong Yimo's brain seemed to have crashed like a computer, freezing up. It was as if no matter how she moved the mouse cursor, nothing worked."Why aren't you speaking" Leng Ye as...