"Don’t try to run away again. No matter where you go, I can find you, so you might as well save your energy. As long as you behave yourself, I will naturally treat you well. Whatever you want, I can give you,"
Rong Shaoze spoke many words to her, each one very gently.
But to Lin Xinlan’s ears, they sounded very hypocritical.
No matter how pleasant his words were, she disdained them.
She would not bear his child again, never ever...
Rong Shaoze held her like that, silently, endlessly kissing her cheeks, her neck.
His hands caressed her back gently, as if he were handling a fragile infant.
Lin Xinlan kept her eyes closed, not opening them.
Unknowingly, she gradually drifted into dreamland, asleep.
That night, Rong Shaoze held her and he too slept soundly, getting the first good sleep he’d had in days.
When Lin Xinlan opened her eyes the next day, she felt her whole body stiff and sore.
She had slept in one position all night long without moving at all.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to move, it was because Rong Shaoze was holding her tightly with both arms and legs, not allowing her to move.
Without turning around, she just threw off the covers and tugged forcefully at his arms.
The man behind her woke with a start, flipped her over, and without a word kissed her for a while, then smiled with a curve in his lips, "That was a good morning kiss."
"Get up, let’s go downstairs for breakfast." He wrapped his arms around her to lift her up, but his hands couldn’t bear to let go of her soft body, feeling very comfortable inside.
"Let me go!" she turned and glared at him discontentedly, her gaze indifferent and cold.
Rong Shaoze’s eyes darkened, he pinched her chin, pried open her lips, and kissed her deeply again.
It was quite a while before he let her go. Lin Xinlan glared at him, panting, lacking even the mood to curse him.
"Xinlan, don’t look at me like that, otherwise I won’t be able to resist wanting you," Rong Shaoze chuckled mischievously.
"..." She still glared.
His kiss came down once more, with Lin Xinlan’s chin in his grip, she had nowhere to flee, and he kissed her deeply again.
"You..." Once she could breathe again, her face finally showed signs of anger.
But Rong Shaoze just grinned devilishly, "Like I said, don’t look at me like that, or I won’t be able to resist the urge to kiss you. I don’t mind kissing you anytime even if I can’t touch you."
"Bastard!" Lin Xinlan cursed under her breath and quickly turned her gaze away, daring not to look at him anymore.
Her clothes had been torn by him yesterday, and were unwearable. The man got up, opened the wardrobe, and found a set of her old clothes for her.
Lin Xinlan glanced at the closet; the clothes were still placed as before, not a single one missing, not even moved out of place.
Rong Shaoze smiled with a hook of his lips, "I will always keep your things here for you. Xinlan, you are the only mistress of this place, and no one can replace you."
"Hah, I should be so grateful for your ’generosity’!" His words meant nothing to her; she didn’t care at all.
Swiftly dressed, she walked to the bathroom, where her toothbrush, cup, towel, and facial cleanser were still there.
The man followed her in, crossing his arms and standing behind her, his charming smile reflected in the mirror.
"What I said is true, isn’t it? All your things are still here, I haven’t even let anyone change the bed sheets. Because they have your scent, and unless you return, I will never change them," he said.
Lin Xinlan and he made indirect eye contact in the mirror.