"Is Young Master Yimo feeling jealous?" Zhong Lingling put down her bowl, straightened her body, and wrapped her arms around Xiang Yimo's neck.
"I'm not jealous. Lingling loves me, not that little brat. How lucky I am!" Xiang Yimo also held Zhong Lingling by her slender waist.
The two always enjoyed gazing into each other's eyes with such deep affection.
"How could I not feel lucky, too? To think Young Master Yimo would fall in love with me!" Zhong Lingling felt it was the luckiest thing to ever happen in her life!
If time were to rewind a bit, it would seem unbelievable.
After all, Xiang Yimo used to be as cold as the harshest winter in her presence.
"However, is your brother really an orphan? At his age, shouldn't he be attending school or learning something?"