With these thoughts, his pity for Zhong Lingling dissipated entirely.
Even though he had been confined to his room since his youth, he still knew that in this world, some people would do anything for fame and wealth, even losing their very nature.
He laid her gently on the bed and even covered her with a thick cotton quilt.
In her dreams, Zhong Lingling seemed to have entered Paradise, sleeping ever more peacefully and securely.
And Xiang Yimo spent the whole night reading books and surfing the internet in his study.
Only when dawn was about to break did he return to the bedroom.
Then he changed back into his groom's attire, as if nothing had happened, and after taking his feigned-illness medicine, he continued to lie down in bed.
Of course, Zhong Lingling lay beside him.
He thought that since this woman was so stupid, she would never suspect that it was he, gravely ill as he was, who had carried her back to the bed.