Ling Momo was replying to Enson’s WeChat messages while making her way downstairs, "Scared me to death, I actually got caught red-handed by him!"
Enson replied quickly, "Are you okay?"
"No, that freak must have had a fit or something, he didn’t say anything to me. Now that I think about it, it still feels quite unbelievable!" Ling Momo replied and hurriedly dashed toward the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she suddenly took out her phone and sent another WeChat message to Enson, "Turns out, even a freak has a human moment!"
After sending the message, Ling Momo walked into the restaurant.
Li Qingshen was already waiting for her at the dining table.
As soon as Ling Momo saw Li Qingshen, her steps immediately softened, and she walked in demurely, noticing that Li Qingshen hadn’t reacted at all. Curiosity got the better of her, and she stole a glance at Li Qingshen, only to find him staring at his phone with a faint smile on his lips.
Ling Momo couldn’t help but marvel, wondering who could have sent him a message that brought such a smile to his face?
Unable to contain her curiosity, Ling Momo quickly walked over to Li Qingshen’s side.
She even craned her neck trying to get a clear view of his phone screen.
Just as she got close, Li Qingshen seemed to sense something, turned his head slightly, and saw it was Ling Momo, so he quickly flipped his phone over onto the table.
Li Qingshen moved swiftly, his motions a bit hurried, and Ling Momo only caught a fleeting glimpse of the WeChat conversation box, but she couldn’t see whom Li Qingshen was chatting with.
Even so, Ling Momo was still surprised to learn that Qingshen also used WeChat.
Li Qingshen cleared his throat lightly and pointed to the seat opposite him, "Let’s eat." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI(F)ire.net
Ling Momo quickly scurried to the dining table and obediently sat down.
Li Qingshen picked up his chopsticks and took the first bite, prompting Momo to also lift hers.
During meals, Li Qingshen had good habits, preferring not to talk and eating at a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow, always taking precisely half an hour.
Ling Momo, on the other hand, ate quickly but would only pick at her food with her chopsticks, taking a long time before putting anything in her mouth, whenever she noticed that Li Qingshen hadn’t finished.
Every now and then, Ling Momo would glance at Li Qingshen and find his dining posture exuding noble elegance, which made her gaze at him somewhat dazedly.
Finally, Li Qingshen finished his meal, elegantly placing the chopsticks on the table, took a napkin and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, leaning back in his chair, and quietly looked up at Ling Momo.
Ling Momo quickly averted her gaze, her eyes wandering around, noticing that Li Qingshen had no intention of starting a conversation, she asked, "Teacher, shall I dance this afternoon like yesterday?"
"No," Li Qingshen shook his head.
Not dancing? Then what?
Ling Momo looked at Li Qingshen suspiciously.
Li Qingshen was also looking at Ling Momo, his eyes exceptionally deep, as if they held a magical power that made it difficult to look away. Ling Momo couldn’t help but stare again; she had never seen such beautiful eyes before and involuntarily felt her heart beat a little faster. Quickly, she averted her gaze, her voice slightly out of tune, "Teacher, then what shall I do?"