Xiang Yimo tightly clasped Zhong Lingling's hand, pressing her hand to his lips and gently kissing it as if he held a treasure in his hands, yes, she was his beloved treasure.
In the future, he would never be so rough or rude to her again.
When Zhong Lingling woke up, the sky was already bright.
Her head ached slightly, and she felt someone holding her hand tightly. Zhong Lingling turned her head and saw a man resting his head on the side of the bed.
Even without seeing him lift his face or the mask on it, Zhong Lingling knew that the person keeping vigil by her bed was the devilish President Yimo from the night before.
"You, get lost!" Zhong Lingling shouted.
Xiang Yimo, who had just fallen asleep, was suddenly jolted awake, only to be met by Zhong Lingling's extremely hostile gaze, which pained his heart.
The moment Zhong Lingling sat up in agitation, Xiang Yimo pulled her tightly into his embrace. "I'm sorry about last night, I promise it will never happen again!"
