The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride-Chapter 550 - 558 She Actually Fell in Love with the Great God (8)

The man she had thought would disappear from her life not long ago had actually never left her side.

Ling Momo belatedly realized, at some point, Li Qingshen, the man she once despised and wished dead, had become an indispensable part of her life?

Ling Momo blinked. Was Li Qingshen really just an important part of her life?

Was there no one else?

Ling Momo continuously questioned herself, gradually, her expression turned sour, she bit her lower lip, and vaguely, a clear answer seemed to surface from the depths of her heart...

She clenched her fists, feeling somewhat at a loss, when suddenly her phone rang—it was Chen Wanru calling. She answered, and from the phone came Chen Wanru’s elated voice, "Momo, did you see Jian Chenxi’s concert tonight? Such a rare disaster, not a single audience member! Haha, Jian Chenxi really embarrassed herself this time!"

Chen Wanru was positively gleeful, rattling on about it, but Ling Momo didn’t absorb a word; she didn’t even realize when she had hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Ling Momo’s mind wandered again, then her phone rang once more, this time it was a WeChat message from Enson.

He was calling her to the "Imperial Palace"!

Lately, Enson had indeed been seeking her out quite frequently!

Ling Momo immediately hailed a cab and rushed to the "Imperial Palace," all the while she kept thinking of Enson’s virtues, numerous and heartening, and suddenly, her spirit settled.

What was she even daydreaming about just now?

Enson was the man she deeply loved, and Li Qingshen was merely her friend, her mentor.

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Inside a luxurious suite, high up as if it touched the clouds, Ling Momo and Enson tumbled about on the large white bed.

Any unpleasant thoughts had already been banished from Ling Momo’s mind.

Ling Momo’s murmurs, faint and intermittent, dripped with sweetness, igniting Enson’s excitement—he relentlessly claimed her, scattering her soul to the winds, and in the end, he felt that her whole wet self was like water.

Having triumphed over Jian Chenxi, Li Qingshen’s mood was exceptionally good, he varied his techniques extensively, testing countless positions with Ling Momo, not stopping until the little girl began to beg for mercy, then he finally consented to draw things to a close.

When it was over, Li Qingshen felt thoroughly content.

Ling Momo hummed softly, nestled in the soft bed, too lazy to move even a little. She lazily rubbed her head against his shoulder, then squinted her eyes, ready to meet the famed Duke of Zhou in her dreams.

Enson, aroused by her slight movements, let his hand roam freely over her bare body.

Enson then turned his head and moved toward the girl’s earlobe, gently biting it.

Ling Momo shook her head trying to dodge, but Enson pinned her down, then sealed her lips, kissing her fiercely. She stretched out a hand in a struggle trying to push him away, but he lowered his head and fiercely kept kissing her, desperate in his actions.