She hung her head low, clenched her hands, and tried hard to suppress the disgust in her heart.
If, if he really touched her, she would make him regret it for the rest of his life!
Suddenly, Rong Shaoze turned her head and deeply kissed her lips.
When Rong Shaoze finally let her go, she felt a wave of darkness before her eyes and immediately collapsed onto his chest, her face pale, breathing rapidly.
"What’s wrong? Don’t you feel well?" Rong Shaoze asked with concern when he saw this.
Lin Xinlan didn’t answer, just gasped for breath.
Thinking of her frail body, Rong Shaoze’s brow furrowed slightly. He picked her up, wrapped her in a bath towel, and carried her back to the bedroom.
Gently placing her on the bed, he wiped down her entire body, then helped her with the blankets.
By now, Lin Xinlan had caught her breath, and her complexion had improved quite a bit, although she still looked somewhat weak.
The man, with only a bath towel loosely wrapped around his lower body, sat beside the bed and brushed the wet hair from her face with his hand.
"Do you feel better now?" he asked gently, his dark eyes showing a rare hint of concern.
Lin Xinlan glanced at him, closed her eyes, and nodded feebly, "I’m very tired, I want to sleep."
He bowed his head, kissed her forehead, then held her in his arms, sitting against the headboard and letting her head rest against his chest.
Just as Lin Xinlan was about to ask what he was doing, she heard him say, "Go to sleep, I’ll dry your hair for you."
She was slightly startled, suddenly feeling an odd sensation in her heart.
Does Rong Shaoze really have multiple personalities? Why had he suddenly become so nice to her?
It was really too strange, and she couldn’t figure it out.
However, she didn’t have the strength to question him anymore, nor did she have the energy to guess at his actions.
As Rong Shaoze wiped her hair, Lin Xinlan leaned against him and quickly fell asleep.
She slept until the next morning when Lin Xinlan opened her eyes to find that she was alone in bed, and there was no sign of Rong Shaoze in the room.
After a good night’s sleep, she felt somewhat refreshed but was still very weak, unable to exert much strength with her hands.
She couldn’t even make a tight fist.
Struggling to sit up, the door was pushed open just then.
Dressed in casual clothes, Rong Shaoze walked in leisurely, approached the bed, and reached out to touch her forehead.
"Hmm, the temperature is still normal, no fever."
"Let’s go, go wash up first, then take your medicine. After the medicine, you’ll have to eat," he said, sounding much like a butler, then proceeded to carry her to wash up.
Lin Xinlan hurriedly pushed his hand away and coldly said as she got out of bed, "I can do it myself. I should try to move around a bit, that way my body can recover faster."
Rong Shaoze withdrew his hand, nodding in full agreement, "You make a good point, then I won’t help you wash, go ahead and do it yourself."
She had intended to wash herself anyway, who would fancy his help!
Lin Xinlan came out from the bathroom after washing up, and the servants had already pushed in a dining cart with a bowl of herbal medicine and a meal.
Rong Shaoze sat on the sofa and beckoned her gently, "Come and take your medicine."