Her breathing gradually steadied. After tossing and turning for so long, exhausted and sleepy, Ling Momo felt the warmth and solidness of Li Qingshen's chest, giving her a deep sense of warmth and security. She couldn't help but fall into dreams, her breathing steadily calming as she slipped into deep sleep.
Li Qingshen gazed at Ling Momo's child-like sleeping face, his eyes gradually becoming blurred and distant. He couldn't help but gently tilt his head and leave a light kiss on her tender forehead.
She seemed tired and slept deeply. When his soft lips touched her forehead, she showed no reaction at all, her lips slightly curved as if in a satisfying dream.
Li Qingshen couldn't help but let his lips linger on her forehead for a long time—so long that he felt his neck stiffen before he reluctantly moved away.
