In front of her, Leng Zimo's face quickly approached, so close that Luo Xiaoqian could already feel his breath.
His breath was hot, hitting her face, almost making her face feel warm.
Realizing what he was about to do, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly took a step back.
"No, you can't..."
How could she get intimate with a stranger she had just met two days ago?
"I... I didn't mean that, I... I..." she stammered, not even knowing what she was saying, "I'm not that kind of casual woman, and... you... you have a wife, I..."
Leng Zimo was taken aback, then came to his senses, without disappointment, he just smiled and looked at her.
"I'm sorry."
Such simple Italian, Luo Xiaoqian naturally understood, and she quickly waved her hand, "No... it's not your fault, I... I... I don't know what to say... It's not that I dislike you, I just..."
At this point, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly froze.
Oh my god, it's not that she dislikes him, does she actually like him?!
