If thinking about the past would bring Zhong Lingling such painful distress, Xiang Yimo would rather she not remember at all.
"The moment you unzipped just now, I felt a surge of inexplicable familiarity!" Zhong Lingling said, her cheeks flushed with color.
After she spoke, she met Xiang Yimo's intense gaze and instantly regretted it.
She also suddenly realized she had said something she shouldn't have.
"Of course it's familiar, because this kind of scene has happened more than once or twice!" Xiang Yimo said with a smile that was not quite a smile, affectionately kissing Zhong Lingling on the forehead.
Zhong Lingling turned her head away, her eyes closed and brows furrowed, thinking, "Could it be, I've really slept with President Yi? And according to him, not just once or twice?"
After all, they had been married for nearly two years, and how many times it had happened, Zhong Lingling dared not imagine. She only knew she was embarrassed to meet Xiang Yimo's gaze.
