Ling Momo looked up at Li Qingshen. She could vaguely sense that Li Qingshen was in an exceedingly good mood, so she rolled her eyes and planned to tell him that she had sothing to do tonight and needed to return to the city. However, just as she opened her mouth, Li Qingshen turned his head and said, "I need to go back to Li Mansion tonight."
The displeasure at the bottom of Ling Momo’s eyes imdiately turned to joy. Li Qingshen stared at the hint of joy in her eyes, his deanor still calm, "I might stay at Li Mansion, so there’s no one at the villa tonight. Would you consider going back to the city?"
Ling Momo readily nodded, her face full of smiles, her joy evident.
Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo, slightly furrowed his brows. Ling Momo imdiately stood properly, tried hard to hold back her smile, looking rather odd.
Li Qingshen lifted his hand slightly to his lips, covering a hint of a smile, and glanced at Ling Momo lightly, his tone indifferent, "I’ll be waiting for you downstairs."
With that, he turned around and left.
Ling Momo stared at Li Qingshen’s retreating figure for a long ti before she finally realized the aning of his words!
Was the teacher actually offering to give her a ride back to the city?
Shocked and flattered, Ling Momo grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs.
***
They had agreed on ten o’clock at night.
By eight o’clock, Ling Momo had already taken a shower and sat on the sofa, holding her phone, her heart alternating between sweetness and tension, the feelings indescribable—sowhat scared, sowhat expectant, and a bit nervous.
It was only nine forty-five.
Ling Momo left her house.
She hailed a cab, reported the address.
The taxi driver drove attentively while Ling Momo looked out the window.
At this ti, the neon lights of City X were all lit up, making the entire city look unrealistically beautiful.
Yet, inexplicably, Ling Momo’s body began to tremble slightly, her breathing becoming nervously unsustainable.
The half-hour drive felt both fast and slow.
Under her complex and entangled emotions, she arrived at the "Imperial Palace."
After getting out of the car and paying the fare, Ling Momo walked along the streets, nearly collapsing several tis along the way.
Ling Momo arrived at the base of the "Imperial Palace," raised her head, and looked at the towering skyscraper, bright and colorful, adorned with starlight, yet none of them shone as brightly as her pure black eyes.
Ling Momo took a deep breath, forced herself to be calm, and stepped into the "Imperial Palace," heading to the top floor.
She reached the familiar door and, trembling, pushed it open.
The room was very quiet. As she entered, the door slowly closed behind her. Before she could step forward, she felt a warm embrace and a soft breath that entered her heart, exploding into dazzling splendor.
She knew Enson was standing in front of her, and her heart, uncontrollably, began to beat again.
Just when Ling Momo thought her heart might burst from beating, Enson reached out, pulled her into his embrace.
Without a word, nothing at all, just the feeling of the man’s warm, soft lips slowly approaching hers, and then, they pressed against her lips.
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