Li Qingshen suddenly curled up his lips and laughed. Thinking of the little woman scolding him in his arms with great interest last night, he suddenly smiled elegantly: "Well... I am a pervert...
."
"..." Su Chen was completely speechless.
Who said that when a woman meets love, her IQ is zero? In fact, when a man meets love, his IQ is not much higher!
Li Qingshen was obviously in a good mood, still immersed in the warm happiness brought to him by Ling Momo nestling in his arms.
Su Chen suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He sighed slightly and said, "The love is deep."
"Um?"
"It's obvious that you like her very much, so it wouldn't be too much to take the initiative occasionally."
Li Qingshen knew what Su Chen was implying, and the smile on his face suddenly faded away.
Su Chen continued: "Qingshen, I'm not meddling in other people's business. I'm just a little worried about you. I'm worried that you will suffer in the future."
When Li Qingshen heard these words, he immediately laughed.
He looked out the car window indifferently at the not-so-bright street, his eyes as misty as mist: "Su Chen, do you know what Ling Momo means to me?"
Su Chen said nothing.
There was a firm warmth in Li Qingshen's eyes, the corners of her lips raised, and her tone was dazzling, telling him: "Ideal."
Su Chen's heart trembled slightly, Ideal... He couldn't understand the meaning of Li Qingshen's words for a moment: "Ideal?"
"Yes." Li Qingshen smiled faintly and repeated affirmatively: "Yes, ideal."
For a moment, both people fell silent.
The only sound in the car that was quiet was Li Qingshen's shallow breathing, and he thought of his ideals.
When he met her at the age of fourteen, he had an idea to turn this beautiful little girl into his pet. As time went by, for some reason, this idea became an ideal.
Twenty-year-old Li Qingshen is waiting for fourteen-year-old Ling Momo to grow up. His ideal is to marry her...
Twenty-two-year-old Li Qingshen knows that sixteen-year-old Ling Momo likes a boy, and his dream is to marry her...
Twenty-four-year-old Li Qingshen, he watched the eighteen-year-old Ling Momo chasing a boy, and his ideal was to marry her...
Twenty-six-year-old Li Li Qingshen helps twenty-year-old Ling Momo chase a boy. His ideal is still to marry her...
.............
This is his ideal, it has never changed and will not change.
"Since it is an ideal, why don't you find a way to turn it into reality?" Su Chen didn't understand why Li Qingshen didn't take the initiative to attack Ling Momo, "Since you love her so much, then try your best to make her your own! You too
There’s no need to suffer like this now!”
"Is it painful? Anyway, it's not just one or two days, nor the rest of my life." Li Qingshen lowered her eyes and said calmly: "Love can't be snatched away.
Those who come down to her will not be able to keep her heart, and will only make both of them suffer."
He loves her so much, why would he let her feel sad?
He would rather suffer in pain and stay by her side silently. As long as she can be happy, she will never know that he loves her for the rest of his life, and he will have no regrets.
Love itself is a consensual thing. It is such a precious and pure ideal. He does not want to use dirty and dirty means to tarnish her beauty.