He was like that, unhesitatingly feeling out the last remnants of warmth with an all-or-nothing attitude.
Li Qingshen just quietly watched her shallow figure reflected in the glass, slowly becoming too weary to stay awake, then gently leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
Ling Momo played the piano while sneakily glancing at Li Qingshen; her fingers were tired, yet she dared not stop.
When she saw that Li Qingshen had fallen asleep, her pace slowed down, seizing the opportunity to rest her fingers, yet she dared not completely stop playing.
Inside, Ling Momo silently counted, growing increasingly annoyed as she counted. She couldn’t help cursing Li Qingshen thoroughly in her mind once again, and then, catching sight of his sleeping face, she blinked and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
She ceased the piano noise, found that Li Qingshen didn’t react, then stood up and tiptoed out of the music room.
Exiting the room, Ling Momo quickly ran downstairs, sprinted out of the villa, and dove into the garden outside, where she stooped and searched for a long while and caught some ants with her fingers.
Then, with a stealthy chuckle, she ran back into the villa.
Quietly ascending the stairs and pushing the door open, she saw Li Qingshen still asleep and carefully approached him.
Staring at the teapot on the table and thinking deeply, Ling Momo thought about how he only drank exquisite teas, each pot brewing leaves worth tens of thousands; moreover, he was a severe germaphobe. He was tormenting her , so she would destroy this pot of tea, wasting his thousands!
Thinking this, Ling Momo couldn’t help chuckling softly, then gently placed the ants she had picked up into the teapot.
After doing so, she couldn’t help feeling triumphantly smug, and turned to look at the sleeping Li Qingshen, whispering lightly, "Let’s see you drink this—if you dare to drink, you’ll swallow ants, and if you don’t, you’ll waste your money! That’ll teach you to make me play a hundred times! That’ll teach you!" Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net
After saying that, Ling Momo stuck out her tongue at Li Qingshen, then carefully returned to the piano, sitting there and seriously playing again.
Actually, she didn’t know that when she had approached him, he had already awakened.
The familiar faint milky scent hit his nose and his heart skipped a beat, instinctively making him want to open his eyes.
But he soon thought that if he opened his eyes, she would never dare to come close again while he was asleep.
He liked her closeness, so ultimately, he chose to keep his eyes closed, pretending to be deep in sleep, quietly feeling out what she was doing.
[Hehe... Li Qingshen’s first reaction was from an eight-year-old girl... and somehow, Momo had... had touched Qingshen when she was eight... evil laughter... And so, I have something to say to all Qingcheng: After releasing the story of Qingshen and Momo, I’m moved by the long reviews, messages of support, congratulations, and recommendations from many of you, Qingcheng. I thought you might have forgotten me after such a rest, but it turns out you are still here... Writing all the way with you following along feels really good. I hope that as we continue on this journey, we will stick together, unyielding, Qingcheng, I love you... Also, apologies, I hit a writer’s block, honestly got stuck! So today, I’m updating just ten Chapters, not breaking my promise, but because I really hit a block! So sorry! Lastly, everyone reading this, bookmark it, okay or not okay? Leave a comment, okay or not okay?]