The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 272 - 279: Are You Inviting Me? (9)

Chapter 272: Chapter 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.

With this thought, Ling Momo’s heart trembled slightly, staring at the man’s face, she was lost in thought.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before she finally succumbed to sleep by the bedside.

When she awoke, it was already the next day. Ling Momo had slept in that position all night and was in severe pain. She went downstairs to cook some food, ate a little herself, and put the rest in a thermal box. When she went upstairs, she saw Li Qingshen was still asleep.

She gently touched his forehead, which seemed to have cooled slightly. Ling Momo breathed a sigh of relief, changed his ice towel for another, and then tiptoed out of his bedroom.

When Ling Momo returned to Li Qingshen’s bedroom, he had already awakened, staring blankly at the ceiling with the wet towel tightly clutched in his hand, an unpredictable glint in his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind the large bed, casting on him and creating an astonishingly beautiful scene.

Ling Momo blinked and called out, "Teacher, you..."

Li Qingshen turned his head, his gaze slowly shifting to Ling Momo. He was a bit dazed and blinked gently, then his eyes gradually focused completely on her face, but he said nothing.

Li Qingshen’s gaze was intense, causing Ling Momo to pause mid-sentence. She quickly lowered her eyelids and asked, "You’re awake?"

Li Qingshen nodded, his gaze still fixated on Ling Momo.

Ling Momo felt uneasy standing there. She bit her lower lip, and as if she remembered something suddenly, she turned and walked out.

Li Qingshen gazed at the empty doorway, furrowed his brows, and clutched the towel in his hand even tighter. His handsome face seemed slightly forlorn.