Tonight, after the door had closed, Ling Momo had waited for a long ti, yet no hand ca to embrace her.
The room was very dark.
Ling Momo was not very familiar with the layout inside; she stood there, softly calling out "Enson" twice, but no one responded, and Ling Momo could only cautiously move forward.
The room was very quiet.
All Ling Momo could hear were her own breathing and heartbeat, making her irresistibly nervous. She bit her lower lip and spoke again, her voice noticeably trembling, "Enson."
As she called out, she took a step forward and accidentally bumped into a solid embrace.
Ling Momo couldn’t help but cry out softly. The next second, soone grasped the back of her head, and a warm breath rushed towards her face, then her lips were tightly sealed by another’s.
The man’s lips were very soft, with a hint of coolness, and Ling Momo stiffly allowed him to kiss her.
The kissing deepened...
In the silent darkness, Ling Momo heard Enson’s strong heartbeat and suddenly rembered that Enson and Li Qingshen knew each other, and originally, it was Enson who had offered to arrange a tutor for her, which ant it was very likely that Enson and Li Qingshen were good friends...
With this thought, Ling Momo slightly opened her mouth and gently asked, "Enson, are you very close to Li Qingshen?"
Enson, focused on nibbling Ling Momo’s collarbone, didn’t pause at all and humd in response.
"How close are you?" Ling Momo, dazed by Enson’s kisses but still suppressing the stirring within her, asked with a trembling voice.
Enson only felt the soft skin beneath him. He was nearly overwheld and montarily didn’t grasp why Ling Momo was asking these questions.
He found Ling Momo’s question sowhat amusing.
He was Li Qingshen, and Li Qingshen was him. What did she an by how close were they?
But then he realized that she didn’t know Li Qingshen and Enson were the sa person; no wonder she had asked him like that.
Enson continued kissing Ling Momo until she was gasping for breath, her breaths coming in soft pants, then he murmured in a hoarse voice, "Indistinguishable."
He wasn’t really deceiving her; they indeed were indistinguishable, as they were the sa person, so there was no question of separation.
Hearing this, Ling Momo’s eyes involuntarily brightened.
Indistinguishable.
Indeed, Enson and Li Qingshen were very close!
No wonder... Li Qingshen, such a high and mighty person who disregarded the entire world, would agree to be a tutor for her—it was only natural she thought the two had a good relationship!
If their relationship was that good... and Li Qingshen would certainly care about giving Enson face, then all she needed to do was to cheer Enson up now and ask Enson to plea with Li Qingshen on her behalf, then wouldn’t that solve everything?
Ling Momo suddenly beca sowhat excited. How could she be so foolish? How could she have forgotten about Enson?
Seeing that Ling Momo had been silent for so long while he kissed her, sensing that she was sowhat preoccupied, Enson couldn’t help frowning, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Why are you asking all these questions?"
Ling Momo instantly returned to her senses, leaning softly into Enson’s arms with a light laugh, a bit coquettishly saying, "It’s nothing..."
She deliberately lingered on the last syllable, her tone soft and enticing, seemingly making one’s body instantly lt.
Her body stiffened as she leaned into Enson’s arms.
After all, she was a clean girl, albeit an unwritten rule, but still not those stars who often mixed in the entertainnt circle, knowing how to please a man.
Even after that gesture, Ling Momo still felt a bit uneasy in her heart.
But she thought, now she was no different from those girls who sold their bodies for a living; being pretentious no longer belonged to her the mont she took off her clothes and ca to him!
Such a Ling Momo was sothing Enson had never encountered before, a mysterious joy spreading in his heart. However, the next second, he heard Ling Momo softly speak, "Enson, could you do a favor? I made Li Qingshen lose face, and he doesn’t want to deal with anymore. Could you talk to him, ask him to forgive , please?"
The tone of Ling Momo’s voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of coquettish innocence.
Li Qingshen’s burgeoning joy faded instantly upon hearing these words, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, disappearing completely.
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