Li Qingshen watched her fled in panic, thinking to himself how she looked as though if she were slightly slower, she would be devoured completely.
A layer of colorful, sparkling light danced in Li Qingshen’s eyes... That was indeed the case... If she had lingered a bit longer, perhaps he really wouldn’t have been able to control himself and would’ve devoured her completely...
Li Qingshen’s lips curved up involuntarily, and he leaned lazily against the glass that she had just been leaning on, his gaze deep and his smile growing ever broader.
He could clearly feel that Ling Momo was no longer as repelled and disgusted by him as before. He believed that if he persisted , one day her eyes would hold his presence, and her heart would gradually fall in love with him...
Momo hurried back to her own room in a fluster. Only after closing the door did she dare to take a long breath of relief.
Then, the words that Li Qingshen had said to her echoed again in her head: "You’re really cute..."
Momo’s face flushed red with heat.
Li Qingshen had actually spoken such flirtatious and teasing words to her!
Those words, they were like the intimate whispers between lovers, the kind spoken into the ear in moments of deep affection!
Why on earth would Li Qingshen suddenly say such things to her, and moreover, just then, her lips had brushed against his chest skin...
Momo couldn’t help but raise her hand, gently covering her own lips; her brain was completely muddled. Who could tell her what exactly Li Qingshen’s words from before meant?
No... not just those words, Li Qingshen had been really nice to her these past days...
That kind of niceness, a kind she had never been able to fathom... Was it because of the teacher-student connection, or because of that seemingly negligible familial relation?
Or maybe... could it be that Li Qingshen... liked her?
The thought suddenly sprang into Momo’s mind, and she scared herself with it.
The God-like figure liked her?
The things he did, indeed, seemed very much like he liked her...
She shook her head forcefully. How could that be possible?
Li Qingshen had someone he was deeply in love with; how could he possibly like her?
Moreover, Li Qingshen had loved that girl for ten years; ten years ago, she was just an eight-year-old child, how could he possibly like her?
Momo felt like she was going insane. She took deep breaths, telling herself to calm down, calm down, calm down!
She lightly placed her hand on her lips, biting her own finger, and blinked her eyes. She thought about that simultaneously elegant and noble Li Qingshen, myth-like in his demeanor, always the dazzling focal point wherever he went, exuding an otherworldly aloofness and nobility that made people unconsciously look up to him, yet keep their distance.
Momo then turned around and looked at the floor-length mirror by the hotel room’s door. The reflection showed her wearing a simple nightgown, her hair casually tied up. Although she had delicate features, compared to Li Qingshen, she seemed so dull and lackluster.
Momo pouted her lips – it was clear, one was in the heavens, and the other on the earth, a difference as vast as between heaven and earth. So how could Li Qingshen possibly like her? Thus, it must be her who was overthinking!