Li Qingshen slowly stood up, not yet steady on his feet when Ling Momo suddenly threw herself into his arms with force, hugging him tightly like a child who burst into tears with a loud wail.
Li Qingshen merely lifted his arms silently and held her tight.
It wasn't until her crying had subsided that he gently pulled her away from his chest, cradled her face, and stared deeply into her eyes amidst the misty rain. Then, he slowly lowered his head and tenderly kissed her lips...
His kiss was very gentle, and only when his lips finally met hers did she slowly raise her hands, encircle his neck, and respond awkwardly.
A current of electricity tingled rapidly through their hearts.
On the way back to her little abode, they both still felt as if all this was merely a dream.
Li Qingshen caught a glimpse of Ling Momo frequently pinching her own thigh through the rearview mirror. His heart ached, and he couldn't help but grasp her hand, saying, "Stop pinching, all of this is real!"
