Li Qingshen was brutal and fierce, cold and heartless like a wild beast, void of any emotions, purely venting.
And Ling Momo lay there like a soulless doll, completely at his disposal.
Only after a very, very long while did Li Qingshen, exhausted, finally stop. As he rolled over, his fingers unintentionally touched the wet patch on the bedsheet beside her head. He pressed his lips tightly together, thinking, did she cry?
A slight tug at the bottom of Li Qingshen’s heart made him feel his heart start to ache again, so painfully that he momentarily couldn’t move.
After a while, he clenched his hand, forcefully moved it away from that wet patch on the bedsheet, straightened his clothes, and with a self-deprecating smile curling his lips, he finally said, "Up till now, you’ve been with me 27 times, and there are still 71 to go!"
After that, Li Qingshen turned and left.
Instantly, the room returned to silence.
Ling Momo lay back on the bed, utterly lifeless and not the slightest bit sleepy. In her mind echoed the words Qingshen had said to her over and over, like thunder!
"Don’t forget, you’re to be with me a hundred times... How many times now? You’re still far from done!"
"Up till now, you’ve been with me 27 times, and there are still 71 to go!"
When she heard these words, her mind was incapable of thought for a whole half-hour.
She even thought she heard wrong, blinking repeatedly, frowning and recalling, even pinching the palm of her hand. Yet, the piercing pain told her that all of this was real, not a dream!
In that moment, Ling Momo felt all the strength in her body drain away completely!
He remembered the number of times they had been together with such clarity...
Such a vivid memory was enough to shatter her heart and scatter her soul!
All of this was just her wishful thinking, wasn’t it?
After all, a transaction is a transaction, an inalterable fact.
No matter how kind or tender he was to you, between them, it was always just a transaction.
Yes, how could she have forgotten? As a woman who threw herself at him, how could she expect to be held in high regard by him?
She was too foolish, too naive, taking this faux pas and turning it into reality. Googlᴇ search n0velfire.net
It was her lack of self-respect, not being able to guard her own heart, having the capacity to fall in love with someone, but not the ability to make someone fall in love with her...
What a huge joke – she had actually harbored such illusions about their future being beautiful, and had even penned those thirteen heartfelt phrases in preparation to confess her feelings.
But now, it seems like a joke.
He was Qingshen, the CEO of ES Music Company. They were just in a transaction – how could she have forgotten such an essence?
With such a huge gap between them, how could there be love, how could there be a future?
Ling Momo’s heart ached to numbness, until finally, her body began to tremble slightly, not knowing if it was because she felt wronged, sad, or in pain, as tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
Ling Momo lay there for a full seven hours before she could barely sit up from the bed, looking at the disheveled covers, her mind somewhat dazed.
In just one night, it felt like a whole lifetime had passed.
After a long while spent in a daze, she slowly dressed, tidied everything up, and left.
Outside it was already noon, the sunlight harsh and bright, yet despite it being summer, Ling Momo felt wave after wave of cold.