Chapter 377: Chapter 377
Because so much of the blood had dried and hardened, it was difficult to wash; however, Li Qingshen showed not a hint of impatience and his attitude was utmost serious, as if he was dealing with something very solemn.
Ling Momo’s initially awkward emotions slowly solidified and she found herself staring at Li Qingshen’s figure, unable to stop herself from zoning out.
The moonlight was faint, spreading over his body like flowing clouds and water. His tall figure crouched there, yet still could not hide the innate loneliness and aloofness that emanated from his bones.
Especially now, under the enhancement of the moonlight and the white snow, his unique air of aloofness was even more intense and pronounced!
He was merely washing a thin pair of underpants, but he managed to make the movements so graceful and composed.
Under the moonlight, the man looked like a celestial being, flawless and surreally dreamlike.
Watching this version of Li Qingshen, Ling Momo gradually forgot to breathe.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Li Qingshen finally finished washing. His originally fair and handsome hands had turned red. He wrung out her underpants forcefully, squeezing nearly all the moisture out of them before emptying the basin and placing it inside the tent, then he came back out.
He still held her underpants in his hands as he led her back to the tent they were sleeping in. Inside was a small heater. Li Qingshen tore some tissues and placed them on top, then smoothly laid Ling Momo’s underpants on them. With his back to Ling Momo, he said while working, "This way, when you wake up, they’ll be dry."
Underpants, evidently an ambiguous and awkward item, did not evoke a hint of vulgarity through Li Qingshen’s series of actions.
In fact, it brought an indescribable and inexplicable trembling sensation to Ling Momo. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
After Li Qingshen had finished everything, seeing that Ling Momo had obediently returned to her sleeping bag, he didn’t rush to turn off the flashlight. Instead, he wiped his hands, then vigorously rubbed them together, feeling the blood circulation in his fingers return before he gently turned off the flashlight and lay down quietly.
Ling Momo lay there, taking in all of Li Qingshen’s last movements.
She clearly saw that his hands were so red they seemed swollen, which made her heart uncontrollably start beating violently in an instant.
An ineffable emotion tumultuously rolled and intertwined in her chest, causing her body to start trembling slightly.
Li Qingshen, lying there, felt the girl’s trembling and turned his head to quietly ask, "What’s wrong?"
Ling Momo shook her head, realizing only the pitch blackness inside the tent, she then replied softly, "Nothing..."
After speaking, she realized her voice carried a faint hint of crying.
Li Qingshen clearly captured her unusual tone and immediately tensed up wanting to sit up. Ling Momo quickly spoke up, her voice forcefully suppressed to its calmest, "I’m really fine, it’s just that I might have stayed outside a bit too long and am not used to it yet."
Li Qingshen then hummed in response and lay back down.
The two of them said no more; through the darkness, Ling Momo stared in the direction of Li Qingshen, her gaze gradually growing blurry.
"If you ever meet a man like Li Qingshen, then marry him... Goodnight!!!"