So, after the whole affair of love, Ling Momo's heart was brimming with sweetness.
Love was such a torment.
Now, as Ling Momo recalled everything once again, all the past seemed like a dreamlike trance.
She stretched out her hand, hugging Li Qingshen tightly, as that was the only way she could feel somewhat grounded in reality.
Having finally concluded their affair of love, Ling Momo lay weak and limp in Li Qingshen's arms, breathing breathlessly.
Li Qingshen's hand constantly moved across her back, and as Ling Momo listened to the strong heartbeat of Li Qingshen, she bent her brows and eyes, stretching forth her hand, hugging the man's waist tightly.
Li Qingshen leaned down and kissed her long hair, his voice winding round and round affectionately, "Momo, be my girlfriend, okay?"
A glint of light sparked in Ling Momo's eyes. She curved her eyes and buried her face in his chest, silently nodding her head.
