"Have you never thought about giving up?" Ling Momo asked somewhat seriously, but more than that, she was seeking a kindred spirit, wondering whether she should give up on loving Enson.
"Give up?" Li Qingshen furrowed his brows, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Maybe in the next life."
Ling Momo suddenly fell silent.
She heard Li Qingshen’s voice come through once more, "If it were possible not to love her, I would certainly choose not to love her."
"You know that’s a big ’if.’"
"So, it’s not that I don’t want to give up, but that I cannot give up, nor can I convince myself to do so."
Ling Momo suddenly felt that resonance, she had deleted Enson, cut off WeChat, but she couldn’t deceive her own heart.
It’s not like you can stop loving by cutting everything off.
If possible, she too would want to stop falling for Enson but... just as Li Qingshen had said, you know it’s only an ’if.’
Ling Momo didn’t ask any more questions, and the two of them just sat in silence. After a while, Li Qingshen turned his head, looked at the pondering Ling Momo, paused for a bit, and suddenly said, "You’ve asked me so many questions, can I ask you one now?"
Reminded by Li Qingshen, Ling Momo realized she had indeed asked so many questions in a row, so she slightly embarrassingly raised her hand, scratched her head, nodded, and said, "Go ahead, ask."
Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo seriously and asked, "What kind of man do you like?"
Ling Momo was startled for a moment, she blinked her eyes – it turned out she wasn’t the only nosy one, even the great god was so nosy and cared about what kind of person someone liked.
Ling Momo thought for a bit, and half-jokingly said, "The man I like should be presentable in public, good in the kitchen, and spirited in the |bedroom|."
Li Qingshen was stunned, he thought to himself, presentable in public, he should pass in looks, right? Spirited in the |bedroom|, he should also pass, as he remembered it was always him going until the end, leaving her panting and begging for mercy. As for good in the kitchen... it seemed he needed to work on his cooking skills...
Unaware of Li Qingshen’s inner thoughts, Ling Momo blinked her eyes slyly, "He also needs to be physically strong with a broad chest."
Li Qingshen lowered his head to check himself, feeling that wasn’t a problem. Follow current novels on NoveIꜰire.net
"Don’t smoke, don’t drink, not lecherous, no gambling." Ling Momo tilted her head and added another line.
Li Qingshen nodded, his smile exceptionally gentle; these things were not related to him, although he smoked, he could certainly quit.
"Good at domestic life, fond of traveling." Ling Momo rolled her eyes, bit her lower lip, "Most importantly, he must be able to make big money, spoil me silly, and playfully cheeky."
Good at domestic life, fond of traveling, Li Qingshen thought, he could do that, and in fact, he was doing it now.
As for those last three... being spoiled and playfully cheeky looked somewhat challenging.
He couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
Seeing Li Qingshen furrow his brows, Ling Momo suddenly burst into laughter, saying with a beaming smile, "I was just kidding!"
Li Qingshen clearly let out a sigh of relief.
Li Qingshen had clearly relaxed, yet before he could completely let his guard down, Ling Momo’s voice drifted over once again, "But even though it’s a joke, deep down, I still hope to meet such a man."