Zhong Lingling hurriedly turned off the light.
Her WeChat pinged again.
[So good! Good night!]
Unable to help herself, Zhong Lingling's lips curled up, and she typed and sent two words: Good night!
Just as she was about to put away her phone, WeChat pinged once more.
This time, it really was from Xiang Yimo.
[I miss you so much I can't sleep! Although I know you're already asleep, I can't help but want to message you. I really wish time would pass faster. Have you, like me, been thinking of me non-stop, every day and every moment of these past few days?]
Zhong Lingling, receiving a message from Xiang Yimo, felt very happy, but at the same time, she had a bit of a guilty conscience.
Because these past days, she had been busy modeling for Shen Zhixuan; her heart was somewhat divided, and the time she spent thinking of Xiang Yimo was much less than before.
