Xiang Yimo leaned on the European-style sofa, with Zhong Lingling's arms wrapped around his waist and her face nestled against his chest.
Even now, it all felt so surreal!
Holding Xiang Yimo, it felt like she was dreaming!
Perhaps it had been too long since she had seen Xiang Yimo, and the fear of losing him was intense. Zhong Lingling clung to Xiang Yimo tightly, as if afraid he would suddenly disappear!
"Lingling, you're squeezing my waist so tight it hurts!" Xiang Yimo said with a laugh.
In fact, he also held Zhong Lingling's shoulders tightly.
"Yimo, tell me, I'm really not dreaming, am I?"
"Of course not!" Xiang Yimo lowered his head and gently nudged the nose of the woman in his arms.
Looking at Zhong Lingling's slender face, he felt extremely distressed. "Didn't we agree that you would take care of yourself while I was away? Eat well, drink well, and sleep well? How did you still manage to lose so much weight living in the Imperial Palace?"