Zhong Lingling sat obediently and quietly in his car throughout the ride.
Quite the opposite of the past, had she been with Xiang Yimo alone like this before, she would've torn the car apart by now.
Amusingly, under the influence of the drugs, a groggy Zhong Lingling kept staring blankly at Xiang Yimo's face while he drove.
It had been such a long time since he had seen Zhong Lingling so docile; it felt as if they had returned to the past.
Xiang Yimo drove with one hand, gently holding Zhong Lingling's hand with his right.
Not only did Zhong Lingling not push him away, she even clasped Xiang Yimo's hand back, which eased the anxiety in his heart immediately.
Driving with one hand and holding Zhong Lingling's hand with the other, reluctant to let go, until they reached the villa.
After parking the car, Xiang Yimo walked around to help Zhong Lingling out.
Zhong Lingling moved sluggishly, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, Xiang Yimo picked her up in his arms.
