Ling Momo saw the way Li Qingshen’s gaze fixed on her, so focused, and her face instantly turned bright red, as if it were on fire, burning hot.
Ling Momo, nervous, subconsciously wanted to pull her fingers from the palm of his hand, but he instead tightened his grip even more.
Tingling sensations spread from the tips of Ling Momo’s fingers, her fingers trembling more and more, unsure of where to place them, she moved them around.
In Li Qingshen’s calm eyes, reflected only the figure of Ling Momo, a scene so familiar that his expression beca sowhat distant.
He felt as if ti had turned back.
As if ti had returned to ten years ago, when an eight-year-old little girl climbed into his rocking chair to sit in his lap, wriggling about, her smile sweet, and then her tender, pale little hand reached out just like now.
Li Qingshen’s eyes grew dark and deep, his throat moving up and down, a desire, a Deep Love, completely swept over his mind, and his rationality, his control, shattered bit by bit in that mont. Uncontrollably, he sat up straight.
His movents were very slow, like those stretched-out slow-motion scenes in movies.
He kept his eyes locked on Ling Momo’s.
Ling Momo also stared into Li Qingshen’s eyes, finding his gaze at this mont too enchanting, the colors swirling within so brilliant.
She held her breath, her rosy lips slightly pursed, her long eyelashes fluttering continuously, blinking as she watched Li Qingshen.
So adorable, so innocent, Li Qingshen couldn’t help but raise his hand, touching her hair strand by strand, then holding her head.
Ling Momo’s eyes widened as she saw Li Qingshen’s body lean toward her bit by bit.
And at last, he stopped in front of her.
Ling Momo held her breath, feeling a warmth spreading through her entire body.
Li Qingshen, however, slowly blinked and then slightly tilted his head, his lips inching closer to hers.
Ling Momo watched the handso face approaching her, her eyes wide open; he couldn’t be about to kiss her...
The teacher was actually going to kiss her...
A sudden weight sank in Ling Momo’s heart; this was Li Qingshen...
She and he... how could this be...
Instinctively, Ling Momo thought to dodge, but found that the man holding her head made it impossible for her to escape.
Ling Momo could see the depths in Li Qingshen’s eyes reflected her figure, completely controlled by desire, losing all reason...
After all, did he know what he was doing?
Li Qingshen’s lips grew closer and closer until they stopped just one centiter from hers, suddenly freezing there. He gently lowered his gaze, a deeply affectionate gesture, and pressed his lips against hers.
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