Ling Momo even felt her breathing was somewhat abnormal, and she didn't know whether she was becoming sensitive or if it was a mistaken feeling, but the atmosphere in the restaurant also felt very strange.
Li Qingshen had yet to speak, his usually indifferent and distant eyes still held the depth and expanse from when she lost control.
He cradled his tea, sipping it slowly.
Ling Momo sneaked a glance at him, assessing his relaxed posture, calm complexion, as his long fingers occasionally lifted the teacup in a manner neither warm nor fiery. His composure gave off a sense of loftiness and within his elegance, a touch of arrogance.
Strangely, Ling Momo felt her heartbeat quickening even more, to the point where she even began to sweat in her palms.
She knew he was very handsome, infuriatingly so, enough to make her, who considered herself quite a beauty, feel utterly inferior in his presence.
However, for some reason at this moment, she thought he looked especially handsome.
