He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that Xinlan’s attitude towards him had improved a lot.
She was caring for him.
This was the first time she had shown him a look of concern.
Feeling even sweeter inside, he became rather elated, in an excellent mood, and full of spirit.
As for the wound, it was negligible to him now.
"I’m fine, sorry to have worried you," he said softly, taking her hand.
Lin Xinlan’s face flushed red, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Rong Shaoze held on tightly. When she tugged hard, he suddenly furrowed his brows and groaned.
"What’s wrong?" she dared not move, asking anxiously.
"It’s the wound," he said.
"Where? Let me see," Lin Xinlan hurried to pull away the blanket, staring intently at the wound on his waist to see if there was any blood seeping out.
Rong Shaoze couldn’t help but laugh, lifting an eyebrow teasingly, "I was talking about the wound on my shoulder, why are you lifting my blanket and staring at my body?"
What was originally a serious matter took on a different color with his words.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Lin Xinlan’s heart. This man’s lustful nature never changed; even at a time , he was still joking.
She didn’t feel embarrassed, just covered him again with the blanket and said indifferently, "Let go of my hand, I’ll go call the doctor for you."
"No need for a doctor, I told you I’m alright," he replied.
"Didn’t you say your wound hurts?" Her face remained impassive, without any expression.
Rong Shaoze tightened his grip on her hand, smiling as he asked, "What, are you angry?"
Even if she really was angry, he felt very happy. Her anxious look just now surprised him and made him happy.
She cared for him, she minded about him; what was his little pain compared to that?
Seizing the opportunity, Rong Shaoze was cheeky and pushed his luck, "Xinlan, I didn’t expect you to care about me so much. You don’t know how happy I am here."
He held her hand and slowly placed her palm on his chest.
Through the thin fabric, Lin Xinlan could feel the strong beat of his heart and his warm body temperature.
Her heart fluttered inexplicably, beating wildly. Frightened, she quickly pulled back her hand and got up to run away.
Rong Shaoze wouldn’t give her the chance to escape; he quickly sat up, holding her waist tightly, and said urgently, "Don’t go! I want you by my side, you can’t go anywhere."
Lin Xinlan’s heart was struck by an unknown emotion, and she became even more afraid and panicked.
"Rong Shaoze, let go of me!" She forgot about the wounds on his body and pulled at his arms vigorously.
The man endured the pain, not only did he not let go of her, but he also held her even tighter.
The more he did so, the more panicked she became.
It felt like her heart was going to jump out of her throat, a feeling so foreign and uncomfortable to her.
Instinct told her she had to escape, or else some things would no longer be within her control.
She pulled at his arms urgently, frantically, but why were they so tight and impossible to loosen?
She was so anxious she was about to cry.
"You jerk, let go of me now!" she demanded.
"I won’t let go, not even if I die!" the man said firmly.
His dark eyes fixed on her, he asked solemnly, "Xinlan, do you like me or not? What are you afraid of, what are you running from? Why are you scared, why are you fleeing?"
Lin Xinlan’s body stiffened, and her inner fear grew.
Suddenly, she began to struggle fiercely.