Not daring to look into Xiang Yimo's eyes, she could only act shamelessly and shout, "You peeked at me last night, so we're even!"
Xiang Yimo's lips couldn't help but curl up as he shook his head.
"If you want to look in the future, come in openly and don't do such dangerous things again!"
As Yimo's words ended, Zhong Lingling felt so ashamed and guilty she wished the ground would swallow her up. Did it sound like she was some sort of pervert?
Whimpering, Lingling, next time, please use your brain before doing anything! She wouldn't end up with a sty in her eye tomorrow, would she?
Zhong Lingling's arm had scraped against the ground and broken skin, it hurt so much.
She bore the pain and sat up.
Xiang Yimo squatted down, took hold of Zhong Lingling's injured hand, and said indifferently, "Luckily, it's just a small scrape, a band-aid will do the trick!"
