Li Qingshen, however, paid no attention to Ling Momo. Instead, he grasped the button and, without any hesitation, pulled it off forcefully.
Afterward, he carefully untangled her hair from the button, strand by strand.
His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were afraid of snapping her hair by accident.
Even a faint blush crept onto his fair face.
Ling Momo, observing Li Qingshen behaving in such a way, suddenly felt her mind become completely disordered.
She found her breathing utterly uncomfortable, feeling a heat spreading through her whole body.
She distinctly sensed the atmosphere in the room had become exceedingly sultry.
Li Qingshen finished untangling her hair and lifted his head, his eyes a deep red as he stared at her. His voice was refined yet carried a hint of sensuality, "Let's go."
But Ling Momo stood still, motionless. She felt the need to leave Li Qingshen's room to get some air. If this continued, she would certainly suffocate!
