Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Enson, same old place, ten O’clock.”

This sentence did not exceed ten words, and it was clean and neat.

Without waiting for Ling Momo’s response, Li Qingshen hung up the phone.

He went downstairs to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, and deliberately sprayed some perfume before driving to the city.

As usual, when Ling Momo arrived, Enson was already there, but the lights were still off.

The curtains were drawn.

The room was so dark that fingers couldn’t be seen.

The two of them were very quiet. No one spoke. He only focused on kissing her and doing what he should do.

Suddenly, Ling Momo’s phone buzzed. It was a text message, and Ling Momo opened her eyes subconsciously.

Enson quickly grabbed the phone and threw it aside.

When Ling Momo opened her eyes, the room was still dark.

Before she could think about who was calling her, she was once again brought into an unfamiliar sensory world by Enson, and she fell asleep.

Enson lay beside her and listened to the woman’s breathing. After a long silence, he got up and put on his clothes.

Using his memory, Enson found Ling Momo’s phone. He touched the screen and saw a message.

After staring at the screen for a while, he looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He smirked and threw the phone on the empty seat. He took his coat and turned to leave.

When Ling Momo woke up, it was already the next day. Enson had already left.

The room was clean and tidy. Her clothes were neatly folded on the bedside table, and her shoes were neatly placed at the door.

Ling Momo was at a loss. She tried her best to look around the house, but she could not find any traces left behind by Enson. She could not even find any traces of them having sex last night.

Ling Momo quickly realized that at three O’clock in the afternoon, there would be a PK contest for the new song by the Legend in SE company.

Ling Momo quickly got out of bed and found her phone. She had just turned it on when she saw a text message.

[See you tomorrow at the café of X University’s Carving Time at 12.30 p.m. — Lu Niange.]

Lu Niange, Carving Time, X University, and meeting.

The girl had a stunned expression.

Lu Niange asked to meet her… after half a year, he actually asked to meet her…

Ling Momo’s hand suddenly clutched her phone tightly and with unusual force. The iPhone was sharp and angular, but she didn’t feel any pain at all.

Her eyes were a little swollen and sore.

Back then, after that incident, he refused to see her and cut off all contact with her without a word.

He did not know how long she had been waiting for this sentence… how long had she waited…

Ling Momo turned her head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window. Just like her current mood, it was a mess.