Li Qingshen nodded and added, "If you get hungry later, let me know, I’ll have the hotel kitchen make you something to eat."
Momo nodded hastily, calming her rapidly beating heart and feigning a composed expression before speaking obediently, "Teacher, there’s a problem with the new album."
Reminded by her, Li Qingshen said nothing else, just pointed toward the bedroom and said, "Follow me."
As Li Qingshen spoke, he stepped forward to walk. However, the moment he moved, Momo suddenly raised her hand to cover her hair and let out a low-pitched scream. Li Qingshen snapped back to attention, grabbing Momo’s small hand immediately, "What’s wrong?" His fingers sifted through Momo’s dark hair, checking for the issue.
Momo bit her lower lip and pointed at Li Qingshen’s chest, stammering, "That, Teacher, your button caught my hair."
Once Momo pointed it out, Li Qingshen immediately looked down.
Momo’s hair had been curled for today’s filming, and his button, a hand-carved gold engraving with sharp edges, had just snagged a small lock of her hair.
It must have entangled when he’d embraced her earlier.
Momo reached out, trying to free her hair, but her permed locks only became more tangled around the button as she pulled.
Li Qingshen was tall, and although Momo was not short, without her high heels, she only reached his shoulders. Her small head bowed against his chest, her hands frantically pulling at her hair, her small fingers occasionally brushing against the thin fabric of his shirt and touching his skin underneath, causing him to tense up involuntarily as a wave of heat surged within him.
His body’s warmth eventually seeped through the clothes to her fingertips. She could even hear his slightly erratic breathing, which made her hold her breath once more, her fair and tender hands growing clumsier.
Growing frantic, Momo reached out, intending to break her hair off. Li Qingshen frowned, raised his hand swiftly, and grasped her small hand, stopping her action.
His hand was hot, gently holding her small hand. Momo felt an electric current shoot through her body. She opened her mouth, her thoughts grew muddled, but she forgot to pull her hand away from his palm.
Li Qingshen found the hand in his palm soft and boneless, but he still gently pulled her hand away from his chest.
Momo nervously looked up, locking eyes with Li Qingshen. She saw clearly his peerless countenance, particularly his eyes... they were exceptionally captivating... like a magnet, firmly capturing her gaze.
They were close, neither spoke, their breaths entwined. Momo could hear Li Qingshen’s heavy heartbeat, disrupting her own. The source of this content ɪs N0velFire.ɴet
Though he was reluctant to let go of her hand, he managed to release it calmly and smoothly.
Afterward, he placed his hand on his button and, after a moment of studying his entangled hair, said, "It’s knotted beyond hope."
Momo’s face was as red as the evening sunset, her voice trembling, "Let’s find scissors and cut the hair!"
Ignoring Momo’s suggestion, Li Qingshen instead took hold of the button, and without hesitation, he yanked, tearing the button off.