He entered the bedroom, and Li Qingshen went into the bathroom to take a shower. He had just applied shampoo when he heard the doorbell ring downstairs. A glint of excitement flashed in Li Qingshen’s eyes; he didn’t bother to rinse off the lather in his hair, grabbed a towel haphazardly to cover his body, and sprinted outside. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N0velFire.ɴet
Li Qingshen had just stepped out of the bathroom, his entire body still dripping wet, and naturally, his footwear was soaked as well.
The villa’s floor was made of wood, and Li Qingshen was hurrying so much that several times he nearly slipped and fell while descending the stairs. Fortunately, his quick reflexes allowed him to grab the stair’s handrail just in time to narrowly escape trouble.
Li Qingshen quickly crossed the villa’s first-floor hall and casually pressed the switch beside him, then pushed open the door forcefully.
A man was standing outside.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Li?"
As the man spoke, he lifted his head and upon seeing Li Qingshen, who was clad only in a towel and still had white foam in his hair, he realized that Li Qingshen was apparently still in the middle of taking a bath.
However, this didn’t seem to affect Li Qingshen’s demeanor.
"This is your delivery."
The delivery man handed a paper bag to Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen frowned slightly, feeling somewhat suspicious.
He hadn’t asked for anything to be mailed recently; who could have sent this?
Li Qingshen indifferently stretched out his hand to receive the delivery and pen, and swiftly signed his name with bold, sweeping strokes - Li Qingshen.
The delivery man tore off the slip and politely asked Li Qingshen, "Mr. Li, would you like to check the merchandise first?"
Li Qingshen shook his head expressionlessly, and the delivery man carefully gathered the signed slip and took his leave.
Li Qingshen glanced down the road leading away from the villa, still no sign of Ling Momo; feeling increasingly restless, he slammed the villa’s entrance door with a loud "bang" and then, kicking his slippers along, went upstairs to finish his unfinished shower.
After the shower, Li Qingshen did not bother to dry his hair, simply dabbing it in a hurry and letting tiny droplets keep falling.
He made himself a cup of black tea and sipped it slowly. His gaze inadvertently swept across the living room and fell on the white bag thrown on the coffee table.
He slightly knitted his brows, unable to curb his curiosity about what was inside. Thus, he lazily walked over, took a Swiss army knife to cut open the bag, and a CD slid out.
There was little emotion in Li Qingshen’s eyes as he thought that since he had nothing else to do, and even though he didn’t know who had sent it or what it was nor was he particularly interested, he still couldn’t help but place the CD into the player and casually turned on the rather large wall-mounted TV.
The image was very clear.
Li Qingshen just glanced at it for a moment, just one look, and he saw a familiar figure. Immediately, his entire demeanor straightened, his indifferent eyes tightly fixated on the TV.
ps: Li Qingshen was very mischievous as a child, but eventually, with the passage of time, he changed. Sent abroad at eight, he received Western education. It’s not that he’s uninitiative, but rather he’s afraid of loss. I think, those who say Li Qingshen is too weak probably haven’t understood this book. Maybe you’ve never truly loved someone. Those who deeply love know the anxiety and torment. Ling Momo, unlike other main characters associated with Bo Emperor, deeply loves Lu Niange.