Li Qingshen remained silent, merely prying open Ling Momo’s fingers one by one, as she glared at him, desperately protecting the last remaining dumpling.
However, being a girl, she lacked strength, and she watched helplessly as her prize was about to be taken from her by Li Qingshen, Ling Momo was incredibly unwilling.
He was six years older than her but still so childish as to fight with her over a dumpling!
He should be letting her have it!
Ling Momo pouted, fixing her gaze on Li Qingshen, "You’re older than me, you should be letting me have it!"
Before her words even faded, the dumpling was snatched away by Li Qingshen. The man, looking triumphant, raised his eyebrows at her. Illuminated by the campfire, he appeared handsome and elegant, making Ling Momo’s teeth itch with irritation.
Li Qingshen, staring at the now misshapen dumpling being fought over between them, raised an eyebrow and then raised his hand, bringing it towards his mouth.
Ling Momo was extremely unwilling, her eyes darting around, and suddenly she sprang up, grabbing Li Qingshen’s hand. Li Qingshen instinctively tightened his grip on the dumpling.
Ling Momo, always thick-skinned and shameless, didn’t think twice before lowering her head and biting down on the dumpling held between Li Qingshen’s fingers, her teeth also clamping down on his fingers.
At that instant Ling Momo’s teeth clamped onto Li Qingshen’s fingers, his entire body trembled rapidly, his usually indifferent eyes now profoundly inscrutable. He stared at Ling Momo’s fierce little face, gripping the dumpling even tighter.
Did she know what she was doing?
In the Miao Clan in Hainan, she had just bit his hand...
Ling Momo, with the dumpling in her mouth, wanted to eat it but couldn’t, so she pursed her lips and then suddenly exerted her strength, shifting her biting force specifically onto Li Qingshen’s fingers.
Li Qingshen winced in pain but did not pull away. He could feel the girl’s force growing stronger, yet the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, only relaxing the grip of his fingers when she finally ran out of strength, and then the dumpling was swept away by Ling Momo’s tongue.
Her tongue was warm, soft, and moist as it brushed his fingertips, causing his whole body to shudder, his fingers twitching involuntarily, slightly curving and brushing against the softness of her mouth before quickly retracting.
Ling Momo then, as if fearing the dumpling might be snatched away, immediately chewed and swallowed it. Once the dumpling reached her stomach, Ling Momo did not forget to stick out her tongue at Li Qingshen and pulled a face, looking as smug as could be!
Her expression was adorable, mixed with a hint of mischievous badness, infuriating yet utterly helpless against her, leaving one no choice but to give a resigned smile and indulgently accept the outcome.
Li Qingshen, however, sat beside her, staring fixatedly at the girl, thinking to himself how hard her little teeth were, having bitten his fingers to numbness. Li Qingshen slightly lowered his head, lit by the campfire’s light, he saw the neat indentations of teeth marks on his finger, still carrying her softness and warmth. His gaze suddenly became as heated as the campfire nearby, and his mood greatly improved, enveloped in a warmth like water.
In the Miao Clan in Hainan, there is such a custom known as "a bite to seal the love," where a girl bites a boy’s hand, and the stronger the bite, the deeper the love.