Li Qingshen had been pressing for a long time, very comfortably, and unknowingly, he had pressed Ling Momo until she fell asleep on the bed.
Li Qingshen listened to her breathing gradually become longer, and only then did he stop his hands, turned his head, stared at her sleeping face without blinking, his expression somewhat profound, as if he could really see.
The room was very quiet. Although Li Qingshen had been living in this endless darkness, devoid of any light or color, for a long time, he still couldn't adapt, couldn't see her expressions, her features, her every move. This world was very monotonous and lonely, which made him very anxious.
If it were like this and he confessed to her, and she really agreed, married him as his wife, could he really feel happy then?
Oh... no, very happy.
As long as she was by his side, he felt happy.
But not joyful.
Not joyful for her.
