Chapter 439: Chapter 439

Li Qingshen, however, paid no attention to Ling Momo. Instead, he grasped the button and, without any hesitation, pulled it off forcefully.

Afterward, he carefully untangled her hair from the button, strand by strand.

His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were afraid of snapping her hair by accident.

Even a faint blush crept onto his fair face.

Ling Momo, observing Li Qingshen behaving in such a way, suddenly felt her mind become completely disordered.

She found her breathing utterly uncomfortable, feeling a heat spreading through her whole body.

She distinctly sensed the atmosphere in the room had become exceedingly sultry.

Li Qingshen finished untangling her hair and lifted his head, his eyes a deep red as he stared at her. His voice was refined yet carried a hint of sensuality, "Let’s go."

But Ling Momo stood still, motionless. She felt the need to leave Li Qingshen’s room to get some air. If this continued, she would certainly suffocate! Googlᴇ search n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Thinking this, Ling Momo considered her options and then, summoning up her courage, she called out to Li Qingshen, "Teacher."

Li Qingshen stopped in his tracks, turned around, and fixed his gaze directly on her face.

Ling Momo looked up at the elegantly dressed man before her, suppressing the unease within her, and conjured up a radiant, sweet smile, "Teacher, I’d like to go back to my room to take a bath and then come back later, if that’s alright?"

One second later, Li Qingshen nodded, "Alright."

"Thank you, Teacher!" Ling Momo turned around, relieved, and quickly left Li Qingshen’s bedroom.

Afterward, Ling Momo took a deep breath, followed by another, then she felt the air around her flow more smoothly, no longer as oxygen-deprived as before.

That strange feeling from earlier also dissipated.

After Ling Momo had gone, Li Qingshen leaned back on the sofa, his gaze drifting toward the dining table, slightly distracted.

Fortunately, he was chatting with her on WeChat under his other identity, Enson. If she hadn’t messaged him telling him that Shen Lanze had invited her to dinner, perhaps she would be out on a date with Shen Lanze already.

It seemed she really had quite a number of admirers.

Li Qingshen thought about it and lifted his hand to massage the corner of his forehead, a touch of melancholy flickering in his eyes.

Ling Momo returned to her room, rested for a while, then took a bath. By the time she had finished everything, her mind had gradually calmed down. She chose a simple set of home clothes to wear, picked up her phone, and made her way back to Li Qingshen’s room.

Standing at the door, she carefully knocked, and then the door was pulled open from inside.

Li Qingshen led Ling Momo into his bedroom, brought a stool to the desk, and gestured for her to sit.

After Ling Momo obediently sat down, Li Qingshen took the seat next to her and pushed a stack of papers toward her, "Take a look at these."

Ling Momo nodded, "Okay."

Li Qingshen stood up and left the bedroom, and when he returned, he was carrying a cup of hot milk, "You haven’t eaten anything this evening, drink some milk."

Looking at the cup of milk, Ling Momo couldn’t help but think of the time during the shooting of the "Day and Night Glory" MTV, where Li Qingshen, on the snowy mountain, had once warmed a bag of milk for her with his body heat.