The familiar scent rushed towards her, and Zhong Lingling was startled, her eyes wide open!
In the spacious bedroom, only a small table lamp was lit, casting a faint glow; she saw that Xiang Yimo was also lying there, eyes open, looking at her.
She had thought that Xiang Yimo was already asleep, yet like her, he couldn't fall asleep and had been lying still for half the day without moving. Perhaps it was the inability to sleep that made both of them turn over at the same time!
Zhong Lingling's breathing, beyond her control, became increasingly intense, and she couldn't help but tilt her chin up.
A magnetic field seemed to be forming between them.
Zhong Lingling felt Xiang Yimo also moving closer to her.
But just as their lips were about to touch, Xiang Yimo suddenly turned over, facing away once again.
As a result, Zhong Lingling's lips touched the silky fabric of Xiang Yimo's pajamas on his back, which was extremely awkward.