Lin Xinlan naturally knew the matter he referred to must be some illegal dealings.
"I’m tired, I want to rest," she said blandly.
These past few days, she had been on tenterhooks and hadn’t slept well; now she really was exhausted.
Rong Shaoze was very considerate of her, immediately took her to the upstairs bedroom, and let her take a bath and sleep.
Meanwhile, he started working in the study next door, reviewing the transactions for the next day to ensure they were foolproof.
While bathing, Lin Xinlan carefully took off her clothes, revealing a two-centimeter-long scar on her arm.
During the shooting incident in Hainan, she was cut by shards from a reflective mirror.
At that time, the nurse had stitched her up, and a long time had passed since, but her wound hadn’t fully healed.
Even a gentle press on it was somewhat painful.
And there seemed to be a hard sensation within, pressing on it made it hurt even more.
Not knowing what it was, she assumed wounds just took a long time to heal and thus didn’t pay much attention or mention it to anyone.
After her bath, she dried her body and picked up Rong Shaoze’s shirt, hesitating about whether to put it on.
Earlier when she said she wanted to take a bath, he had given her one of his shirts to use as a nightgown.
And he had ambiguously told her that since there were only men’s clothes in the villa, if she needed a change of clothing, she would have to wear his.
At that time, her cheeks had turned slightly red, and she really didn’t want to take it, but he had forcibly stuffed the shirt into her hands and pushed her into the bathroom, leaving no opportunity for her to speak.
Truly weary, she needed to bathe and rest promptly.
There was no other option but to compromise.
But now, when it actually came time to put on his shirt, she hesitated again.
Although they had previously been husband and wife and had slept together every night, she had never actually worn his clothes.
It felt strange to wear his shirt, as if it brought them closer together.
After some hesitation, Lin Xinlan still put on his shirt.
His shirt was quite large on her, reaching nearly to her knees and revealing her slender legs, looking almost like a dress.
That was just as well, since she had no pants to wear, she might as well treat it as a dress.
The sleeves were a bit long, and she rolled them up several times before her hands were exposed.
Quietly opening the bathroom door, Rong Shaoze wasn’t in the bedroom, which was a relief.
Only then did Lin Xinlan dare to step out of the bathroom.
She didn’t want Rong Shaoze to see her wearing his clothes; it would be embarrassingly akin to being undressed.
With him absent, she naturally didn’t have to feel embarrassed.
Lying on the spacious bed, she pulled the blanket tightly around her body before confidently closing her eyes to sleep.
She thought Rong Shaoze couldn’t see anything, but she was unaware that through the surveillance, he had a clear view of her every move.
He saw her peek out from the bathroom, cautious and timid like a little mouse.
Then, certain he was not in the room, her expression turned to one of glee. Next, he saw her wearing his white shirt, her long legs exposed, her hair down as she hurried out.
At that instant, it was as though his eyes were glued to her.
Honestly, the way she looked wearing his shirt was damn sexy!
There was a sensual seduction within her innocence that immediately stirred his body.
As she got into bed, her smooth long legs lifted and stretched out; the hem of the shirt was not long enough, causing her thighs to be tantalizingly semi-visible.