She read it carefully and felt sowhat satisfied this ti. Looking up, she saw Li Qingshen fast asleep. She stared at his sleeping face for a while, then noticed the dicine on the table was untouched. Frowning, she stood up and went downstairs to pour a glass of warm water.
When Ling Momo returned to the music room, Li Qingshen had woken up. He was holding the lyrics she had just rewritten and was looking at them.
Ling Momo stood next to Li Qingshen, holding her breath, feeling slightly nervous yet hopeful.
However, after looking for quite so ti, Li Qingshen picked up a pen and crossed out only one line, saying, "The entire lyrics, except for this line, are all uninspired!"
Ling Momo’s fingers trembled, suddenly feeling an urge to strangle Li Qingshen.
What do you an, ’uninspired’?
Where is it uninspired?
She thought it was good enough!
Li Qingshen casually tossed the lyrics back to Ling Momo. As she pouted and caught them, she saw Li Qingshen looking at her. Despite feeling deep dissatisfaction with him inside and out, she quickly curved her lips into an obedient smile and said dutifully, "Teacher, understood!"
Li Qingshen elegantly sat on the sofa, nodding arrogantly with a lofty expression. Under the room’s lighting, the man’s indifferent face seed sowhat unreal.
Ling Momo puffed her cheeks and turned to walk away, but when she saw the glass of warm water she had brought on the table, she imdiately bent down. Opening the dicine pouch and according to the nurse’s instructions on the paper, she prepared the pills one by one and handed them to Li Qingshen, "Teacher, ti for your dicine."
Li Qingshen stared at the pills in Ling Momo’s palm, his gaze darkening slightly. Looking at her, he eventually accepted them without a word, nodding and said with composure, "Understood, go write the lyrics."
Ling Momo didn’t dare disobey, obediently nodded her head, and walked away.
Li Qingshen watched Ling Momo’s retreating figure, looked down at the dicine in his hand, and a look of disgust passed through his eyes. He had always hated taking dicine ever since he was little. With a slight blink, and while Ling Momo wasn’t looking, he threw all the pills into the nearby trash can.
Ling Momo sat at the piano, looked up at Li Qingshen, and just then noticed him drinking from the water glass. Assuming he was taking his dicine, she pursed her lips, bowed her head, and continued to pull out a sheet of paper, staring at the musical score while writing.
After dinner, Ling Momo was still struggling with the lyrics.
Li Qingshen simply held a cup of tea and stood beside her, scrutinizing her writing.
Every ti she thought she had written sothing good, it was rejected by him once in front of him.
In the end, Ling Momo’s thoughts were a ss. She couldn’t understand what kind of lyrics Li Qingshen wanted. Her heart was filled with dissatisfaction, but she couldn’t lose her temper. So, she just started to write him sothing utterly haphazard!
Seeing the lyrics she had written, Li Qingshen knew imdiately she had done it on purpose. He clenched his teeth, grabbed the paper from in front of her, and with great force, tore it into shreds, "Complete chaos, utter nonsense! Do you even have a brain? The more you write, the worse it gets!"
At this point, Ling Momo couldn’t hold back her frustration any longer. She threw her pen heavily onto the table, glaring at Li Qingshen with anger boiling inside her.
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