"Okay," Li Qingshen, upon hearing her voice, turned his head to look at her, his eyes sparkling with a hint of light, "We’ve been here for quite a while."
Ling Momo felt the string in her brain snap once more. My God, they had been there for quite a while?
No wonder he had leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt...
The only thing Ling Momo could think of was to make a hasty escape, and she quickly opened her mouth to say, "Teacher, I’m going home now!"
Li Qingshen didn’t try to keep Ling Momo there, but instead gave her a slight smile that flickered and dazzled like a night-blooming cereus, "Okay, go home and rest up early."
Ling Momo blinked, feeling as though that fleeting smile was just an illusion, leaving her slightly dazed.
Some say that one’s sense of beauty always tires eventually, but having been by Li Qingshen’s side for so long, why did she still find him endlessly fascinating?
Li Qingshen, seeing Ling Momo staring dumbfounded at him, had an increasingly deep smile in his eyes, appearing to be in a particularly good mood. With a deliberate drawl in his voice, he said, "Good night."
Ling Momo snapped back to reality and, seeing the ever-calm Li Qingshen, felt her heart beat faster. She reached out in a fluster, pushing the car door open, her words slightly slurred, "Good night... Teacher, drive safely."
Then she fled without looking back, her footsteps hurried.
Li Qingshen reclined lazily in the passenger seat, his gaze lingering joyfully on Ling Momo’s retreating figure.
He could tell, she had been distracted because of him, and he admitted he had intentionally posed as if to kiss her, drawing close to her... and she hadn’t shown any sign of disgust, nor had she pushed him away... In fact, she had even closed her eyes, quietly waiting, her face wearing a trace of soft, faint expectation...
In Ling Momo’s heart, there was a place for him—Li Qingshen, wasn’t there?
Li Qingshen slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers resting on his lips as he pondered for a while. It seemed... the time was indeed ripe...
Yes, it was ripe... It seemed that he should confess to her...
As Li Qingshen thought this, he turned his head to gaze at the room where Ling Momo lived, wondering how he should go about confessing to her.
It was a very serious matter...
It had to be romantic, original, unforgettable, moving, something she would remember for a lifetime...
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Ling Momo had run all the way home, opening the door but not turning on the lights; instead, she stood there, even feeling her face becoming hot.
She stood foolishly for a long while before absentmindedly raising her hand to gently press the nearby switch.
Then the light flickered on briefly before suddenly going out.
Ling Momo’s first thought was that the living room light was broken, so she reached out to turn on the light in another room, but again, it did not come on.
Ling Momo wrinkled her nose, took her phone to check the meter inside the house, and with the feeble light, saw that there was still plenty of electricity. She ran to the window and saw that other homes had power, which was when she realized it wasn’t a collective outage but a problem with her own house.