Zhong Lingling opened her eyes, and the first person she saw was Xiang Yimo holding her. Thinking about how she had requested Xiang Yimo to sleep by her side last night, her cheeks instantly turned crimson.
"Thank you for last night!"
She might have been scared by Xiang Aoran yesterday, waking up in the middle of the night feeling very uneasy. At dawn, seeing the sunlight streaming into the bedroom, the gloominess in her heart disappeared completely.
Hearing Zhong Lingling say thank you, Xiang Yimo naturally felt somewhat upset. Just when he thought they had gotten closer, her thanks made it all feel distant again.
At that moment, Xiang Yimo's cell phone rang.
Who could be calling so early in the morning?
Xiang Yimo tried to reach for the cell phone on the nightstand, but his hands were so numb it felt as if thousands of needles were pricking him at once. His arms wouldn't follow his brain's commands; he couldn't lift them at all.
