Chapter 272 - 279: Are You Inviting Me? (9)
Ling Momo thought of the pills Li Qingshen had secretly thrown away yesterday and couldn’t help but pout, muttering to herself, "Such a grown man, yet acting like a child and secretly tossing out his medicine! Now you’re sick again, satisfied now?"
Li Qingshen was deep in a coma and naturally wouldn’t pay any attention to Ling Momo. After she talked to herself for a while, she replaced the towel on his forehead with a new one.
Last night, Ling Momo was exhausted from Enson’s torment and felt tired today, so she lay down beside the bed. Her large eyes wandered around Li Qingshen’s room and finally, upon laying sight on the person on the sickbed, her gaze involuntarily trembled and rested on his face.
Li Qingshen, asleep, had long, silent eyelashes that looked serene.
The usual distant and lofty expression had faded from his brows, leaving behind a beautiful and pure outline, quietly stunning.
He lay on the white bed, devoid of his usual harsh sarcasm and any aggression. This man looked like an angel, fragile and beautiful.
Ling Momo couldn’t help but stare blankly. She had never thought she would one day see Li Qingshen in such a powerless state.
In her mind, that man, although extremely annoying, was really as strong as a myth, superior, brilliant, indifferent, cold, calm, arrogant, and conceited. How could he be defeated by sickness?
Perhaps it was precisely because of that she had forgotten that, despite his excellence and making others feel inferior, he was just a person.
A person who could harbor a "Secret Love," get sick, and faint.