For such a long time, Xiang Yimo and Zhong Lingling had been sleeping in the same bed, with just one difference—they each had their own blanket, with one facing in and the other facing out.
Zhong Lingling had long grown accustomed to this mode of coexistence with Xiang Yimo.
However, tonight, when Xiang Yimo laid the exhausted her on the bed, Zhong Lingling's hand, which hung around Xiang Yimo's neck, was somewhat reluctant to let go.
As their eyes met, the two stared stiffly at each other.
Looking at Xiang Yimo's irresistibly charming face, Zhong Lingling's thoughts became utterly jumbled, and she even thought: If Xiang Yimo took the initiative tonight, she probably wouldn't refuse...
When this thought jumped out, Zhong Lingling really got scared by herself.
How could this be? She actually wanted to become true husband and wife with Xiang Yimo!
"I'm going to take a shower!" came Xiang Yimo's gentle voice.