The cell phone rang; Ling Momo stared at the caller ID for a long time, yet she didn’t answer. After the ring ended, it started again. While Ling Momo hesitated whether to answer or not, a piece of clothing was draped over her. Along with it came a voice, "Why aren’t you answering the phone?"
She knew this voice all too well—aside from Li Qingshen, no one else in the world possessed such a light yet noble timbre.
Ling Momo turned abruptly and saw Li Qingshen standing behind her. Her eyes widened instinctively as she blurted out, "Teacher..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Li Qingshen reached out, readjusted the clothing that he had already draped over her, and shielded her from all the chill. Ling Momo’s body, which had been trembling from the cold, calmed down. Around her lingered his scent and breath, making her feel a bit dizzy. She couldn’t help biting her lower lip, and when she looked up, she saw his perfect face close at hand. It all seemed like a dream. Wasn’t Li Qingshen supposed to be with that girl from America? They seemed to be getting along very well. How could he be here?
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Li Qingshen didn’t directly answer Ling Momo’s question. Instead, he stared straight into her eyes and asked on his own, "Why did you come down?"
Ling Momo suddenly felt guilty. Her eyes darted around as she made up a reason to tell Li Qingshen, "I’m feeling a bit unwell, so I was thinking of going home."
Li Qingshen fell silent for a moment, his tall stature leaning a few inches closer to her with a look of concern. He reached out and gently touched her forehead, asking softly, "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Ling Momo suddenly didn’t know how to respond. She had only concocted a reason to get by, but to think he would be this worried...
After thinking for quite some time, Ling Momo finally stuttered out a reason, "I have a bit of a headache, maybe because I didn’t sleep well yesterday. So, I wanted to go home and sleep."
Feeling her forehead and finding no sign of fever, Li Qingshen relaxed when he heard her explanation. His expression also softened a great deal, "I’ll take you home."
Ling Momo’s first instinct was to refuse, "Teacher, is that okay? It’s Aunt Wen’s birthday today, and..."
Suddenly Ling Momo clammed up, leaving the rest of her words unspoken.
What she wanted to say was, and also, the girl you like is still waiting for you.
Li Qingshen, however, said indifferently, "It’s fine." He then took her to the parking lot without further discussion.
It wasn’t until Ling Momo got in the car that it dawned on her—Li Qingshen had actually left that girl to take her home... him doing this... would make her overthink...
Ling Momo turned her head to look at Li Qingshen, who was focused on driving, and remained silent throughout.
Li Qingshen appeared to be in a very good mood. Ling Momo watched him for a while but eventually couldn’t resist voicing the doubt she held deep inside, "Teacher, Mr. You told me earlier that you aren’t allowed to drink."
"Oh," Li Qingshen replied to Ling Momo casually. His response caused Ling Momo’s eyes to widen. After a moment’s hesitation, she continued, "But why, Teacher... did you still drink?"