Ling Momo watched the scene, and her eyes suddenly widened.
Li Qingshen, he was actually nervous...
This man, who had always been so high and mighty, was actually nervous...
Who on earth was the person in that photo album... to make him have such an expression?
Li Qingshen, after placing the photo frame back, reached out coldly, grabbed Ling Momo by the collar without mercy, and dragged her toward the door.
Ling Momo realized she had upset Li Qingshen again and instinctively looked at him, ready to apologize. But she saw that he, dragging her along, was only wearing a bathrobe. His hair was damp, with droplets falling down and sliding into his firm chest, lethal and sexy.
He had just taken a bath, and whatever body wash he used had a fresh scent that wafted around.
Ling Momo’s face instantly turned crimson, her breathing tense, "Teacher..." Her words trailed off, her tongue tied. She had to admit it, Li Qingshen was indeed very handsome!
Li Qingshen acted as if he hadn’t heard her. With a reverse grip, he pinned Ling Momo harshly against the wall. His face, as handsome as a myth, slowly approached Ling Momo. She widened her eyes and held her breath but heard his extremely cold voice, word by word, "Without my permission, do not enter my bedroom on your own again!"
After saying that, he tossed Ling Momo toward the door, slamming it shut with a "bang."
Ling Momo lay sprawled on the soft carpet in the hallway, pouting as she looked at the tightly closed door, raising her hand in annoyance to scratch her head.
She couldn’t understand how Li Qingshen’s brain was wired. Was it that the more outstanding a person was, the more perverted they became? The more eccentric their personality?
It was just looking at a photo frame, wasn’t it? And she didn’t even see it. Did he have to get so angry?
And last night was the same; she merely touched him, and he reacted so fiercely!
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When Li Qingshen came downstairs, he had already changed into clean, simple clothes: beige trousers and a white shirt, his hair slightly damp.
Ling Momo, who had been lying at the dining table, immediately stood up at the sound of footsteps, welcoming him with a beaming smile, unusually enthusiastic, "Teacher, you’re down, I made food!"
Li Qingshen walked toward the dining table, giving it a quick glance, four dishes and a soup, along with a fruit platter. His initially cold expression softened a bit.
Ling Momo observed Li Qingshen’s demeanor carefully. Noticing that his mood seemed to improve a little, she promptly pulled out a chair, her voice continuing softly, "Teacher, please sit."
Li Qingshen sat down without expression, and Ling Momo immediately handed him the chopsticks, not forgetting to serve Li Qingshen some soup, placing it before him with both hands.
Her series of actions were incredibly ingratiating.
Li Qingshen remained silent throughout, eating with focused elegance while holding the chopsticks.
The girl’s cooking was excellent, with a light flavor that Li Qingshen found engrossing and refined.
Ling Momo occasionally lifted her eyes, stealing glances at Li Qingshen.
The midday sun streamed in through the southern floor-to-ceiling windows, striking Li Qingshen’s right profile, highlighting his fair complexion, his nose more prominent, his features more pronounced. His satin-like dark hair moved slightly with his eating motions, making Ling Momo feel deeply inferior.