"What's the matter?" Zhong Lingling bit her lower lip.
Why was Xiang Yimo so serious, as if he had to confess something very grave to her?
"Lingling, you keep saying you love me, but do you understand me?" Xiang Yimo asked, word by word.
Faced with this question from Xiang Yimo, Zhong Lingling froze, speechless.
Xiang Yimo had too many secrets. Indeed, she did not understand him. But, after all, they had lived together for so long, and she did understand him a bit, however little.
"I can't say I understand you a hundred percent, but I know that you're a man who's cold on the outside but warm on the inside. I know your lifestyle, your favorite things, and even your body I'm familiar with!" Zhong Lingling said, her face reddening.
What she referred to was the memory of that night!
Truth be told, Xiang Yimo was truly valiant! Otherwise, who could have counteracted that poison?
Xiang Yimo shook his head. "You only understand superficial things; you don't understand the real me!"