Even so, Zhong Lingling was still not quite at ease.
She wanted to take advantage of Xiang Yimo's sleep to secretly check whether the injury on his arm was severe, and her small hand slowly reached towards Xiang Yimo's clothing.
Unexpectedly, her hand was suddenly gripped with great force.
Xiang Yimo's voice followed. "Go to sleep quickly!"
Zhong Lingling was so frightened she thought her heart would split.
She quickly withdrew her hand, thinking to herself that Xiang Yimo was really strange tonight, but, considering the strength he used to grasp her hand just now, he probably wasn't severely hurt.
The next day, when she woke up and saw that Xiang Yimo had risen earlier than her and looked spirited, she was sure that there was really nothing wrong with Xiang Yimo, and Zhong Lingling then felt completely at ease.