Chapter 445 : The Story of the Great God Playing Cheap (25)
Li Qingshen nodded and added: "Then tell me when you are hungry and I will ask the hotel kitchen to cook something for you."
Ling Momo nodded quickly, calmed down her rapidly beating heart, pretended to have a calm expression, and said obediently: "Teacher, there is a problem with the new album."
After being reminded by her, Li Qingshen didn't say anything. She just pointed to the bedroom and said, "Come with me."
As Li Qingshen spoke, he was about to walk away. However, as soon as he moved, Ling Momo suddenly raised his hand, covered her hair, and screamed in a low voice. Li Qingshen quickly recovered and immediately grabbed
He took Ling Momo's little hand and asked, "What's wrong?" He opened Ling Momo's long black hair with his fingers and inspected her hair.
Ling Momo bit her lower lip, pointed at Li Qingshen's chest, and said sarcastically: "Well, teacher, your button caught my hair." [
Li Qingshen was reminded by Ling Momo and immediately lowered her head to take a look.
Ling Momo was filming today and her hair was permed. His buttons were hand-carved with gold, and the edges and corners just caught a small strand of her hair.
It must have been wrapped around her when he hugged her just now.
Ling Momo stretched out her hand and quickly pulled her hair, but Naihe's permed hair became even more entangled with the button and tightened when she pulled it like this.
Li Qingshen is very tall, and Ling Momo is not short either, but after taking off her high heels, she only reached the crook of Li Qingshen's shoulders. Her little head hung low on his chest, pulling her hair in panic.
From time to time, small fingers touched the skin of his chest through the thin shirt, causing his body to tense up and a touch of heat rising involuntarily.
The heat from his body finally passed through his clothes and reached her fingers. She could even hear his slightly disordered breathing, causing her to involuntarily hold her breath again, and her white and tender little hands became more and more...
Clumsy.
Ling Momo felt anxious and stretched out her hand to tear off her hair. Li Qingshen frowned and immediately raised his hand to hold her little hand, hindering her movement.
His hand was hot and he gently held her little hand. Ling Momo felt an electric current spread throughout her body. She opened her mouth and her thoughts became confused, but she forgot to remove her hand from his.
Take it away from the palm of your hand.
Li Qingshen felt that the little hand in his palm was soft and boneless, but he just gently pulled her hand away from his chest.
Ling Momo raised her head nervously and met Li Qingshen's eyes. She could clearly see his peerless appearance, especially his eyes.
They were very close, no one spoke, and their breaths were intertwined. Ling Momo could hear Li Qingshen's heavy heartbeat, which disrupted the rhythm of her heartbeat.
He was clearly reluctant to let go of her hand in his heart, but he remained calm and gently let go of her hand, naturally and smoothly.
Then, he put his hand on his button, frowned and studied it for a while, and said, "It's so tight."
Ling Momo's face was as red as the sunset on the horizon, and her voice was a little trembling: "Find a pair of scissors and cut your hair!"
Li Qingshen ignored Ling Momo. Instead, he grabbed the button and pulled it off without any hesitation.
