However, just when Ling Momo was about to approach Li Qingshen, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed American girl in an extremely low-cut miniskirt beat her to it and got close to Li Qingshen first.
The American girl’s skin was exceptionally fair, her features three-dimensional and profound. She directly sat down beside Li Qingshen, extended a warm and friendly smile, and asked in fluent English, "Are you alone, sir?"
Li Qingshen remained silent, continuing to read his newspaper, paying no attention to the American girl.
The American girl stared at Li Qingshen for a while, seemingly captivated by his appearance. Seeing that he was ignoring her, she reached out and touched Li Qingshen’s chest, seductively blowing in his ear and whispered something that made him finally put down the newspaper. Lifting his hand, he grasped the American girl’s wrist, moving it away from his chest, and turned his head, just in time to see Ling Momo coming downstairs. He waved at Momo, stood up, and murmured to the American girl, "Excuse me."
When the American girl saw that Li Qingshen was leaving, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, saying directly, "You’re really handsome, and I really like you. Just for one night..."
Ling Momo, who had just reached the spot where Li Qingshen was sitting, had just started to call out, "Teacher..." when she heard what the American girl said. Ling Momo was instantly stunned. She had always known that abroad was very open, but she had not thought it to be this open, to brazenly suggest a one-night stand...
The American girl also heard Ling Momo’s voice, turned her head, saw her, and asked Li Qingshen with surprise, "Is she your girlfriend?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Momo hurriedly spoke up to explain, and because she was anxious, she forgot to use Chinese, "No, I’m his student."
The American girl, not understanding what Ling Momo had said, blinked and looked from Ling Momo to Li Qingshen in confusion.
Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo for a moment, then turned his head and whispered something in English to the American girl.
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After he finished speaking, the American girl gave Li Qingshen an apologetic smile and walked away in her high heels. As she passed Ling Momo, she turned her head and sized her up. Though Ling Momo was somewhat puzzled by the girl’s scrutiny, she still offered a polite smile. Seeing her smile, the American girl also gave one in return and then stood in front of Ling Momo, examining her with a somewhat critical gaze from head to toe, and then stated candidly in the most standard American English, "You’re really lucky to marry such a handsome man. I’m jealous of you!"
Ling Momo’s English was actually not bad; she could understand what the American girl was saying. However, she was bewildered by the girl’s baseless critical gaze and, for the moment, forgot to listen to what the girl was saying. By the time she came to her senses, the girl had already finished speaking and was looking down at her with her chin raised.
Seeing that Ling Momo was silent, the American girl laughed and turned away.