Li Qingshen stared at Su Chen, silent and inscrutable, his expression making it impossible to guess what was going through his mind at that very moment.
Seeing that Li Qingshen wasn't speaking, Su Chen opted for the most conservative defensive tactic—no action without the enemy's action. He too remained silent, his heart pounding repeatedly. Why else would Li Qingshen come to him in the middle of the night if not to compete for Ling Momo? How could he stay so calm, too calm to seem like he was about to steal someone away...
Li Qingshen's patience seemed extraordinary as he sat there motionless, continuing to stare at Su Chen.
A rare, gentle light flickered in his eyes, making Su Chen increasingly uneasy, really wanting to reach out and grab the blanket to block Li Qingshen's gaze.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Su Chen threw off his blanket, got out of bed, and casually pulled a cigarette from the nearby box, offering one to Li Qingshen, "Do you want one?"
