Li Qingshen pressed her against the elevator wall, lowered her head, and kissed her fiercely. When both of them were panting, Li Qingshen spoke again and said, "Marry me..."
Ling Momo shook her head, but before she could say anything, Li Qingshen blocked her mouth again. He pried her lips open and got in desperately, circling with the tip of his tongue. He kissed her in a very provocative way.
Ling Momo's mouth was dry and her whole body was weak. She stretched out her hand softly, trying to push him, but she couldn't muster any strength, so she could only let him kiss her while her head was drowsy.
"Marry..."
"don't want......"
"marry......"
"No......"
.........
One begged and the other refused, the elevator door suddenly opened, and someone came in. Ling Momo blushed, and immediately pushed Li Qingshen away with all her strength, lowering her head, feeling ashamed. Li Qingshen, on the other hand,
Standing there openly, without any sense of shame, he stared at Ling Momo, mouthed reluctantly, and continued to ask: "Marry me..."
Ling Momo turned her head and refused to look at him angrily.
When they arrived at the floor where they lived, as soon as the elevator door opened, Ling Momo walked out directly. Li Qingshen followed behind. Ling Momo opened the door. After entering, she closed the door tightly. Fortunately, Li Qingshen reacted quickly.
He blocked the door and forced his way in.
Just as Li Qingshen was about to continue rubbing against Ling Momo, the doorbell rang. When he opened the door, someone from the supermarket delivered something. Ling Momo greeted someone and brought it in, placing it in the kitchen.
After everyone left, Ling Momo started busy in the kitchen.
Li Qingshen leaned against the door and watched intently.
The more he looked, the more peaceful his heart became.
If he had someone like her to accompany him in his life from now on, he could look up and see her busy, sleeping, and quiet in his sight... Such a picture would be really beautiful.
...
In the past, he had always thought about what home is.
Where there is a father and a mother, it is home.
But now he feels that that is not called home, that is Wen Jia and Li Nian's home, not his Li Qingshen's home, his Li Qingshen's home is Ling Momo.
Li Qingshen watched with rapt attention. It wasn't until Ling Momo had three dishes and one soup ready for the table that he slowly went to wash his hands.
He didn't mention the marriage again.
I thought proposing was a very simple matter, but now it seems that it is also a difficult matter!
However, he must get married!
Besides, he is not young anymore, twenty-eight, which may not be old, but he is really of marriageable age.
When Li Qingshen thought of this, she looked at the girl drinking soup in front of her and asked, "Momo... what is your dream life like?"
Ling Momo blinked her eyes, everyone has their dream day... Her dream day is probably like this, simple and calm, seemingly boring, but it has
Indescribable warmth is flowing.
Li Qingshen seemed to have no intention of waiting for her answer, and continued to speak, his voice a little faint, as if coming from a distant place: "My dream is to marry the woman I love and then have a child.
It is not necessary to have both children, but you must have children to support you. If you can be greedy, it is best to have two children, a boy and a girl... Well, if you can be greedy, it is best to have a brother and a sister.