Upon realizing this, she panicked and grabbed Qin Beiming's arm with both hands, anxiously asking:
"That close friend you just mentioned, could it be Huo Yunting?"
"..."
Qin Beiming's eyes darkened, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.
He didn't want to lie to her, but he also worried that if he told the truth, she would hold a grudge against him as well. In that case, all his efforts over the past few days would be completely wasted.
Seeing that Qin Beiming had not replied for a long time, Ling Mo thought to himself that perhaps his question was too boring and he was unwilling to answer it.
Furthermore, Huo Yunting was, after all, the person Song Xingwan had liked for three whole years, so his character shouldn't be too bad.
Otherwise, why would Song Xingwan be so fixated on him?
Thinking of this, Ling Mo felt a little relieved and didn't press Qin Beiming's words for an answer.
To ease Qin Beiming's tension, she deliberately changed the subject:
"Third Master, you don't know how to ski, do you? I feel like you're a little too tense."
"Um."
Qin Beiming was distracted again, and before he could hear what Ling Mo said, he nodded slightly.
"You really can't ski?"
Ling Mo glanced at Qin Beiming, who was clutching his skis tightly and showing no intention of moving, and sighed helplessly. He then took Qin Beiming's hand and said gently:
"Skiing is easy to learn, relax, I'll teach you."
"..."
Qin Beiming lowered his eyes and stared intently at the hand that Ling Mo had taken.
For some reason, he always felt as if an electric current was constantly flowing into the places she touched, a tingling and numb sensation that was extremely peculiar.
Ling Mo also noticed that her heart seemed to beat faster than usual when she held Qin Beiming's hand.
To find out why her heart was racing, she looked up seriously and curiously examined Qin Beiming, who was standing right in front of her.
At the same time, Qin Beiming was also silently watching her.
Upon meeting her gaze, his heart seemed to melt, and he suddenly felt an urge to pull her into his arms.
Ling Mo was visibly embarrassed by Qin Beiming's gaze.
She subconsciously turned her head away, looking somewhat annoyed.
Why did she suddenly blush like a woman?
Could it be that she was bewitched by Qin Beiming's handsome appearance?
Realizing this possibility, Ling Mo quickly lowered his head, staring intently at the skis beneath his feet, muttering to himself:
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
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