"I want to see you. The usual place?"
Ling Momo's face flushed at the message, unable to help but remember the deep kiss Enson had given her, and that night, how tender he was to her, to the point where she let all her burdens fall and wept in his arms without any guard.
During this time, they had exchanged trivial daily conversations, neither warm nor fiery. Essentially, it was her, acting like a little girl, venting to him about all the troubles of life, while he, never impatient, replied to every message, offering encouragement.
His words conveyed a sense of calm warmth like gentling flowing water.
Ling Momo thought, Enson was a person who could make one feel very comfortable.
Having gone through such turmoil, she seldom chatted with anyone. So, now having someone to chat with, she found it quite interesting. Gradually, she grew accustomed to it.
