Boarding was naturally in first class, Li Qingshen sat beside Ling Momo. The flight lasted two hours, and Ling Momo was quite bored. Li Qingshen was flipping through a stack of documents beside her, and she didn't dare to disturb him, so her only option was to sleep.
After staring for a while, Li Qingshen felt a bit of strain in his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to rub his forehead. However, he realized that there was a slight weight on his shoulder. Instinctively turning his head, he saw Ling Momo's head resting on his shoulder, sound asleep.
Her fair skin, viewed from this angle, seemed almost transparent, making her lips appear even more tender and rosy. Her eyes were tightly closed, the long and curled eyelashes resting peacefully, occasionally trembling slightly.
As Li Qingshen watched, he couldn't help but smile. Her expression was just like a child's, and he found himself staring, entranced.
