Rong Shaoze merely held her and slept peacefully until dawn.
She thought he would never touch her, so by the third night, she slept soundly.
But she forgot one saying, "When you lie down with wolves, you should never let your guard down."
Lin Xinlan slept hazily into the night, feeling unusually warm, with a strange reaction in her body. There was a heaviness upon her, and she frowned uncomfortably, waking from her slumber.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw nothing; Rong Shaoze was sleeping soundly beside her, his eyes closed. Her clothes were still properly on, and nothing seemed to have happened.
However, the sensation in her dream felt very real, unlike an illusion.
But she was too tired and didn’t bother to think more about it and closed her eyes to sleep again.
The following morning when she was changing clothes, she was horrified to discover that her chest was covered in many kiss marks!
It hadn’t been a dream; Rong Shaoze had indeed done something to her.
Lin Xinlan trembled with rage, cursing him in her heart as a bastard, a beast, an animal.
The first thing she did was to change rooms, but as soon as she moved her things to another room, the servants promptly moved everything back exactly as before.
Furthermore, in the villa, other than the servants’ quarters and Rong Shaoze’s bedroom, all other rooms were locked.
Lin Xinlan had only two choices: Either sleep in the living room or in Rong Shaoze’s bedroom.
To sleep in the living room was out of the question; if she dared to do so, the outcome would surely be gruesomely unpleasant.
Biting back her anger, she had no choice but to continue sleeping in the same bed as Rong Shaoze.
She made things clear to him: if he dared to touch her again while she was asleep, she would rather sleep on the floor than in the bed.
But Rong Shaoze just gave a roguish laugh and said something that nearly infuriated her to death.
"We’re husband and wife; it’s only right for me to touch you; why be shy? Of course, I also don’t mind if you touch me—in fact, I’d welcome it. However, if you prefer to sleep on the floor, I don’t mind; there’s a certain appeal to it," he said.
Lin Xinlan didn’t want to argue with him anymore; so be it, she thought, let him do whatever he wanted, as long as she didn’t make a big deal out of it.
Besides, she didn’t believe he could always hold back.
If she kept a cold attitude and he couldn’t have her, he would soon get tired of her and find other women.
It was with this hopeful thought that Lin Xinlan chose to endure everything.
Every night, when Rong Shaoze made advances, she bore it, repeatedly telling herself inside that she only needed to endure a few more days, he would soon lose his patience.
Rong Shaoze was indeed suffering; being able to look but not touch was torture for him.
Even if he could touch to alleviate the pain, it was not a cure.
After a few more days, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Sleeping next to Lin Xinlan was truly torturous. Maybe if he stayed away from her, he wouldn’t torture himself further.
When she heard him say he would sleep in the study,
her heart felt unspeakably joyous, she even wanted to set off firecrackers in celebration.
But she didn’t show it, for Rong Shaoze’s expression was terrible—if she showed her happiness, with his temperament, he might retract his decision and make her suffer, regardless of his own torment.
That night, Lin Xinlan went to sleep without worry and slept soundly until dawn, feeling refreshed and completely comfortable.
But things were not as easy for Rong Shaoze.