Ling Momo saw these four words but only thought Enson was joking. A pang of bitterness welled up inside her. She liked him, how could he so casually say such things to her, indeed, he didn’t like her...
Ling Momo hid her disheartennt and feigned annoyance in her reply, "Nonsense! I’m very serious. I just can’t figure out this problem!"
"I told you, he likes you!" Enson continued to send such ssages.
"Talking rubbish. The teacher has a woman he likes, and let tell you a secret, he is really in Deep Love with that girl! That girl really doesn’t know what’s good for her, such a great guy and she actually doesn’t want him!"
Li Qingshen saw this sentence and suddenly burst into laughter, then he replied, "Such a great guy, if I give him to you, would you want him?"
Ling Momo subconsciously wanted to say ’I want’ to see how Enson would react, but she was afraid that if she said she wanted, Enson might think she really liked Li Qingshen and not her, so she chose to answer truthfully instead, "Like I said, the teacher definitely won’t like !"
Ling Momo replied with certainty.
In her mind, she had never considered the possibility that Li Qingshen would like her, just as she had never considered the possibility of her liking Li Qingshen.
She felt that they were people from two different worlds, and if not for a twist of fate, she and he would have no interactions at all.
So people, like Li Qingshen, are too perfect, making everyone else feel ashad in their presence. Such people can only be admired, not loved.
So, even though they were now friends, Ling Momo’s mind never harbored any inappropriate thoughts!
Edson hadn’t replied to Ling Momo’s WeChat ssage for a long ti.
When Ling Momo ntioned Li Qingshen, she rembered his birthday a few days ago, which she had missed. Now that he had helped her so much during the ti of her great-grandfather’s death, she suddenly felt sowhat remorseful. After thinking it over, she sent another ssage to Enson, "A few days ago was Li Qingshen’s birthday, and I didn’t go. Do you think I should give him a belated birthday gift?"
"Birthday gift?" Ling Momo soon received a reply from Enson.
"Yeah, a birthday gift!" Ling Momo sent the ssage to Enson while she began to rack her brains about what gift she should give Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen, holding his phone, was overjoyed. A birthday gift, a birthday gift from Ling Momo?
Although his birthday was already over and the gift was sowhat late, he couldn’t help feeling a little excited and anticipatory.
He instinctively typed a line to Ling Momo, "What gift do you plan to give him?"
I’m also trying to figure it out, what would be a good gift to give him?" Ling Momo thought for a long ti but couldn’t co up with anything appropriate.
Li Qingshen had initially wanted to tell Ling Momo that any gift would be good, but just as he had typed out half of it, he suddenly seed to have thought of sothing. He deleted the text one letter at a ti and then retyped a new line and sent it, "How about a cup?"
Cup, cup, a lifeti...
"A cup?" Ling Momo sent a puzzled expression. Cup, lifeti, it doesn’t seem that good... Then she added another ssage to Enson, "Wouldn’t giving a cup be a bit strange?"
"Not at all, a gift needs to be practical to be aningful. Li Qingshen likes drinking tea; it’s very appropriate to give him a cup!"
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