The President's Deep Kiss: The Little Woman by the Pillow

Li Qingshen nodded, and added: "Then tell me when you're hungry, and I'll ask the hotel kitchen to cook for you."

Ling Momo nodded quickly, calmed down her fast beating heart, pretended to have a calm expression, and said obediently: "Teacher, there is a problem with the new album."

As soon as Li Qingshen was reminded by her, she didn't say anything, she just pointed to the bedroom and said, "Come with me."

As Li Qingshen was talking, he was about to walk away, but as soon as he moved, Ling Momo suddenly raised his hand, covered his hair, and screamed in a low voice. Li Qingshen quickly regained his senses, and immediately grabbed Touching Ling Momo's little hand, "What's the matter?" Finger flipped Ling Momo's long black hair and checked her hair.

Ling Momo bit her lower lip, pointed to Li Qingshen's chest, and said embarrassingly, "Well, teacher, your buttons caught my hair."

As soon as Ling Momo reminded Li Qingshen, she immediately lowered her head to look.

Ling Momo was filming today, and his hair was permed. His buttons were hand-carved with gold inlays, and the corners just caught a small strand of her hair.

It must have been wrapped around her when he hugged her just now.

Ling Momo stretched out her hand and hurriedly pulled her hair, but Naihe's permed hair was pulled by her like this, and it became more and more entangled with the buttons and tightened.

Li Qingshen is tall, and Ling Momo is not short, but she took off her high heels and only reached Li Qingshen's shoulder. From time to time, his little fingers touched the skin on his chest through the thin shirt, which made his body tense, and he couldn't help but feel a little hot.

In the end, the heat from his body was transmitted to her fingers through his clothes, and she could even hear his slightly disordered breathing, leading her to involuntarily hold her breath again, and her white and tender hands became more and more tender. clumsy.

Ling Momo was anxious, so she reached out her hand, trying to tear off her hair. Li Qing frowned, and immediately raised her hand, holding her little hand, hindering her movement.

His hand was hot, and he gently held her little hand. Ling Momo felt an electric current spread all over her body. She opened her mouth, her thoughts became confused, but she forgot to remove her hand from his. Take it away from the palm of your hand.

Li Qingshen felt that the little hand in his palm was soft and boneless, but he just gently pulled her hand away from his chest.

Ling Momo raised her head nervously, and met Li Qingshen's eyes. She clearly saw his peerless face, especially his eyes >

They were very close, no one spoke, their breaths were intertwined, Ling Momo could hear Li Qingshen's heavy heartbeat, which disrupted her heartbeat rhythm.

He was obviously reluctant to part with her hand from the bottom of his heart, but he was still calm and let go of her hand gently, naturally and smoothly.

Afterwards, he put his hand on his button, frowned and studied for a while, and said, "I'm entangled to death."

Ling Momo blushed like the setting sun in the sky, and her voice was trembling: "Find some scissors and cut your hair!"

However, Li Qingshen didn't pay attention to Ling Momo. Instead, she grabbed the button and pulled it off without any hesitation.