Thinking about this, Ling Momo couldn't help but think of Enson again, her expression slightly freezing. Li Qingshen looked at the silent girl and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ling Momo came back to her senses, shook her head, and brushed off the wild thoughts in her head, still smiling brightly, "Nothing, come on, let's continue."
After saying that, she raised her hand to continue playing rock-paper-scissors with Li Qingshen.
Ling Momo was incredibly lucky and got to ask Li Qingshen several questions in a row, all of which were extremely difficult to broach.
For example, she asked, "How long at a time?"
He answered calmly, "It seems to be over an hour."
Ling Momo blushed and giggled before asking, "With foreplay?"
"Yes."
Then it was, "How short was the shortest time?"
Such difficulties ensued.
Finally, in a later round, Ling Momo lost. She looked boldly at Li Qingshen and said, "Your turn to ask."
That expression had a hint of resignation.
