Li Qingshen’s ears were filled with her clear laughter, and as he gazed at her delicate face so close at hand, he felt a moment of dizziness, and his heartbeat sped up. Li Qingshen, who was just fourteen and hitting puberty, began to feel a dry throat and couldn’t help but continuously swallow his saliva.
Momo nestled in his arms, playing joyfully. Her little body rubbed against him, and she occasionally lifted her head to blink at him with a smiling face. Follow current novels on novel_fіre.net
She was so innocent, so adorable, like an angel.
Li Qingshen felt his body starting to heat up, and it was getting hotter and hotter until he felt quite parched.
This change was something he had never experienced before.
And it was happening in his casual trousers.
He had learned biology and knew that at thirteen or fourteen, it was natural for a boy to have these reactions.
He also knew what it represented.
He couldn’t help but blush.
He had never imagined that his first reaction would be caused by a little girl who was only eight years old...
At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel nervous, but the more nervous he felt, the more pronounced and intense it became, beyond his control.
Moreover, the little girl was sitting there, occasionally moving, and finally, she seemed to feel something, opened her mouth curiously, and muttered, "What is this... so hard..."
As she spoke, she reached out her little hand towards it.
It was like an electric shock through his entire body.
He had never felt before, as if he had been frightened, and he suddenly stood up from the hammock.
Unprepared, the little girl fell to the ground as he stood up suddenly.
Li Qingshen, who was now fourteen and already 170 cm tall, made it quite painful for her when she fell.
Being young, she endured the pain, stared at him blankly for a moment, then pouted and started crying loudly.
The adults were conversing on the side, but upon hearing the little girl’s cries, they all turned their heads.
Wen Jiaran stood up and walked over first, then looked up and grimly glared at Li Qingshen, "Qingshen, what are you doing? Why weren’t you more careful with Momo?"
He seemed not to hear Wen Jiaran’s scolding, just watched her crying hard, frowned slightly, and seemed dazed for quite a while, then suddenly turned around and went upstairs.
Wen Jiaran bent down to pick up Ling Momo, wiped her tears, and comforted her.
He went upstairs, entered his room, rushed into the bathroom, scooped up some cool water, washed his face, and looked in the mirror. It took a long time before he felt the calm returning to his lower body. He then grabbed a towel to dry his face and realized his heart was still beating rapidly.
When he came downstairs, Ling Momo had just stopped crying and was sitting beside her great-grandfather, holding a bright red apple Wen Jiaran had given her, sniffling as she nibbled on it.
When she saw him come downstairs, she timidly leaned into her great-grandfather’s arms and watched him warily, as if he were a ferocious beast. Seeing her look, he felt a slight pain in his heart and then silently sat down not far away, still pretending to read the newspaper.