Li Qingshen heard her speaking, he would calmly turn his head, glance at her, and then softly "hmm" before turning back to the serene and elegant posture he maintained while continuing to drive.
Ling Momo had been talking for quite a while and seemed to tire, falling into silence. She just stared out the window, her gaze drifting little by little until it unintentionally swept across the rearview mirror. That's when she caught sight of Li Qingshen's beautiful yet cold visage, bearing an unearthly elegance, like something out of a dream, especially his lips, soft and pretty like rose petals. Momo couldn't help but take a second glance.
Li Qingshen was always on high alert. He unexpectedly lifted his head and met Momo's eyes in the rearview mirror. Momo's body shivered, and she quickly averted her gaze, embarrassed at being caught staring.
