Li Qingshen gazed at Ling Momo without blinking, a captivating color appearing in his beautiful eyes. His voice was deliberately lowered, with a layer of magnetism, especially enchanting.
"In the spring, I'll drive you, Xiaoshen, and Little Pingguo to the countryside for a picnic. Xiaoshen will take care of Little Pingguo while picking mushrooms and catching butterflies. What about you and me? We'll secretly take advantage of this free time, lying on the verdant lawn, kissing passionately, only to be caught by the sneaky Little Pingguo coming back. You'll blush and bury your face in my arms, while Xiaoshen casually pouts, takes Little Pingguo's hand, and leaves, arrogantly leaving us with, 'Mom and Dad, you continue...'
