Li Qingshen's ears were filled with her clear laughter, and as he gazed at her delicate face so close at hand, he felt a moment of dizziness, and his heartbeat sped up. Li Qingshen, who was just fourteen and hitting puberty, began to feel a dry throat and couldn't help but continuously swallow his saliva.
Momo nestled in his arms, playing joyfully. Her little body rubbed against him, and she occasionally lifted her head to blink at him with a smiling face.
She was so innocent, so adorable, like an angel.
Li Qingshen felt his body starting to heat up, and it was getting hotter and hotter until he felt quite parched.
This change was something he had never experienced before.
And it was happening in his casual trousers.
He had learned biology and knew that at thirteen or fourteen, it was natural for a boy to have these reactions.
He also knew what it represented.
He couldn't help but blush.
