She was still wearing the blue dress from the banquet tonight, but curiously, her hair was soaking wet. How come the dress itself was dry?
If it had been submerged in water, shouldn't the dress be wet, too?
Seeing a frame set up next to the fire, Zhong Lingling suddenly had a terrible thought.
Could it be that, while she was unconscious, Xiang Yimo had...?
"Xiang Yimo, what did you do to me while I was unconscious?" Zhong Lingling's roar was like that of a lion's.
Xiang Yimo said indifferently, "I took off your clothes and dried them. Aren't you going to thank me?"
"What?" Although Zhong Lingling had already thought of it, she still couldn't accept it.
So, while she was unconscious, Xiang Yimo had seen everything. Who knew if he had done anything else that was despicable.
"You...you...you're so despicable!" Zhong Lingling threw herself at Xiang Yimo.
Her fists fell on Xiang Yimo like raindrops.
