The door burst open suddenly, scaring Zhong Lingling, who shrank behind it.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Zhong Lingling stomped her foot in anger.
Anyway, everyone went to Jingxiang Pavilion, and there's no one else in the main residence.
Xiang Yimo's body flashed into the bathroom, and he opened up the bath towel, wrapping Zhong Lingling's body completely in the warm, thick towel.
Zhong Lingling's face blushed as she looked at Xiang Yimo's handsome face. She lowered her head, pouting. "Hmph, I won't talk to you anymore!"
"Baby, don't... I can't lose you!"
"Hmph!"
"At least tell me, what are you angry about?"
If it's the towel and clothes he sent her? Then he feels so wronged, he was afraid she'd catch a cold. Besides, the two of them are like a joint entity now; there are no secrets they can't share. He doesn't think there's anything to be angry about.
Xiang Yimo spoke as he helped Zhong Lingling dry her hair and body.
Zhong Lingling's face was so red it seemed about to explode.
