Li Qingshen showed no impatience and repeated the question once more, "What kind of person do you hope your future husband will be?"
Ling Momo, already immersed in Li Qingshen's handsome presence, surrounded by the gentle words of the man beside her, his gaze tranquil, a radiant splendor in his eyes, felt her head heat up and blurted out uncontrollably, "Teacher, I want a husband just like you..."
Before Momo's words had settled, the car suddenly came to a screeching halt.
Momo's body lurched forward violently.
And then, all at once, she came to her senses.
Silence fell in the car for a moment.
So quiet that the breathing of both occupants was distinctly audible.
Surprise flickered in the depths of Li Qingshen's eyes, followed by a warmth.
It was only then that Momo realized what she had just said. Feeling nervous and unsettled, she turned to look at Li Qingshen and saw that his breathing was subtly unsteady; even the hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.
