Looking at him in front of me.
It's as if I've never truly understood him.
He still hasn't spoken.
My mood gradually became not right.
I just wanted to push his hand away and lie down on the sofa.
I didn't expect his hand to hold on tightly, not letting me move.
And the whole person is getting closer and closer to me, with only five fingers' distance between our faces.
Closer and closer...
The hand that was previously hanging in the air gently took off his glasses, and his gaze focused entirely on my face.
I was not shy either, and stared straight back.
As our eyes met, it felt like something was brewing.
His face was already part of my aesthetic.
The more I look at it, the more pleasing it becomes.
Forget it, adults don't take notice of petty people.
Maybe he really encountered something unpleasant and had nowhere to vent.
As his wife, maybe I should be more understanding of him.
Should I kiss him then?
My gaze slowly moved from his eyes to his mouth.
My face also leaned forward gently.
As my eyes slowly closed, and my mouth pouted slightly.
His face, however, moved backward.
???? The eyes immediately widened. How could he be like this.
There was an inexplicable anger in my heart, causing the corners of my mouth to droop suddenly. My gaze immediately swept to the other side. Before I could figure out how to get angry, a pair of strong hands gripped my chin from below, forcibly turning my head to look at him.
"What are you doing?! You're acting so strange today!"
Luo Ming still pinched my chin.
"You're hurting me!"
He suddenly leaned forward and covered the unfinished "le" sound with his mouth, as if biting into a ripe, red strawberry. He continued to bite my lips until they swelled before stopping.
The wheezing subsided for a while, and he leaned his head lightly on my shoulder, like a guilty puppy. There seemed to be a hint of a sob in his grievance. "My Madam, I can only write about myself."
My mind suddenly feels like it's been stuffed with a bunch of tofu dregs.
Write about him? Huh?!
When did he know I was writing an article, and when did he know I wrote about him?
I quickly used my hand to lift his head and looked into his slightly reddened eyes.
"How did you know..." I still had a face full of doubt.
Once again, without waiting for me to finish, he held me and slowly walked towards the sofa.
After placing me down, he took out his phone to show me.
He opened the familiar app for me.
ID: Falling Clouds.
I am very familiar with this ID. It has been with me since I started writing, accompanying my fans, updating, sending gifts, and brushing data. It spoke up for me when I was attacked, helped me create a color palette when I was accused of plagiarism... I never expected that I was not the only one hiding behind a pseudonym.
I was shocked, my mouth gaping as wide as a hippopotamus: "You are Luo Yun?!"
"Also known as your Luo Ming, my esteemed writer."
The light in the room dimmed slightly.
I am still immersed in shock.
"You... You are Luoyun?!"
The old book fan who followed me when I first entered the industry has become my husband...
No wonder he had a flash marriage.
I told you, this man is not simple.
Luo Ming's slightly red eyes looked a bit hazy in the light.
"First understand your pen, then find your person, and finally truly possess you."
I was stunned.
"You..."
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, the breath from his nose blowing my hair and tickling my ears.
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