Ling Momo quickly shook her head like a rattle-drum and gestured with her hands, just about to speak, when she saw Li Qingshen stand up and walk briskly to her side, bypassing the dining table. He then extended his slender and fair hand towards her.
Ling Momo tried to avoid him but felt her forehead covered by a warm touch. Surprised, she looked up and heard Li Qingshen’s gentle voice, full of concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
It was approaching dusk, and the lights were off inside the house, casting a somewhat dim glow. The man stood against the light, his figure bending over, his contours appearing deep and profound.
He gazed at her, his usually composed eyes now brimming with intense worry and anxiety. That level of realness, like the soft and warm sea, was enveloping her bit by bit.
Ling Momo felt her gaze gradually stretching into a long line, fixated on the man’s body, her eyes slowly becoming hazy and dreamy.
Li Qingshen looked at the distracted girl, his brow furrowed, the warmth and indulgence in his eyes not diminishing in the slightest, still gentle but with a softer tone than before, unassumingly stirring one’s heart, "Momo, tell me, where are you uncomfortable?"
Ling Momo’s consciousness became even more bewildered.
Li Qingshen, seeing her not speaking, truly believed she was in discomfort, bent down, and lifted her into his arms, "I’ll take you to the hospital."
Ling Momo regained her senses and discovered she was being held by Li Qingshen. The man’s arms were firmly supporting her back and legs, a classic princess carry posture. Her face blushed, she quickly shook her head and stuttered, "I’m fine; it’s just the food I ate at noon, it hasn’t all digested yet!"
Hearing this, Li Qingshen visibly relaxed. He didn’t put her down, his eyes still fixed on her face, his gaze extraordinarily charming, causing Ling Momo’s heart rate to quicken.
Ling Momo pressed tightly against Li Qingshen’s warm and broad chest, feeling an unusual sensation spreading through every vein of her body from his.
She couldn’t help but slightly lift her eyes within his embrace, looking at Li Qingshen’s features and feeling unexpectedly exhilarated to the point of forgetting to breathe, forgetting her own heartbeat.
She was only distinctly aware of the deepest softness in her heart being gently touched, igniting an indescribable mix of complex emotions intertwining at the bottom of her heart. Fresh chapters posted on novel fire.net
Li Qingshen was originally staring at the daydreaming Ling Momo, and suddenly, with a blink, he saw the girl staring at him in a daze. Inexplicably, he became somewhat nervous, his fingers trembling, startling the equally lost-in-thought girl.
Ling Momo, startled as if caught in the act of wrongdoing, shiftedly moved her eyes away, her expression fraught with nervousness and awkwardness.
Li Qingshen’s fingers subconsciously tightened around her waist and legs, causing a tingling sensation to once again spread to the bottom of Ling Momo’s heart. It made her small body tremble uncontrollably, her face burning like fire as she frantically broke free from his embrace.
Li Qingshen looked at his now empty chest, his eyes flickering before he asked again, as if not completely reassured, "Are you really okay?"
Ling Momo’s face remained red as she bit her lower lip tightly and shook her head.
Li Qingshen nodded and added, "Then if you get hungry later, let me know. I’ll have the hotel kitchen make something for you."