Lin Xinlan happened to open her eyes and immediately saw his muscular and sexy upper body.
He had also washed his hair. His hair was casually wiped but not groomed, looking wet and messy.
Yet it had to be said, such a hairstyle gave off a sense of sexy dishevelment.
His skin was a handsome wheat color, and his chest was smooth, without any chest hair.
A drop of water fell from the hair on his forehead, landing precisely on his chest, then traced the contours of his muscles as it slid downwards...
It continued towards the inverted triangle of his abs, finally falling onto the waistband of his trousers, where it was quickly absorbed by the fabric.
Lin Xinlan’s gaze followed that drop of water from his chest down to his lower abdomen, and then, she saw the prominently raised part beneath his trousers.
Her face turned red in an instant.
In a panic, she closed her eyes, pretended to turn over, and turned her back to him, hiding her embarrassed expression.
The corners of the man’s mouth curved up slightly, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
He blew-dried his hair a bit then turned off the light and lay down.
Because Lin Xinlan had turned over, her body ended up in the middle of the bed.
Rong Shaoze seemed to have a broad, burly frame, and as he sprawled out, he occupied the other side completely.
And his body was just next to Lin Xinlan, the distance between them probably less than an inch.
With her eyes closed, Lin Xinlan could smell the fragrance of his body after the shower.
She could also feel the hot breath from his even respiration above her head.
Even without seeing, she knew that his body, his face, were close at hand.
With just a slight move from either of them, their bodies would touch.
However, he didn’t move, and neither did she.
An inch of distance between them seemed like an insurmountable chasm.
Lin Xinlan felt uneasy and wanted to quietly turn over again, to put her back to him and get away from him.
But for some reason, she couldn’t move her body; she could only lie stiffly, not daring to make the slightest motion.
Rong Shaoze didn’t move either. Nobody spoke. They both knew that neither of them was really asleep.
As time trickled by...
Even several times, Lin Xinlan was under the illusion that Rong Shaoze would lean over to embrace her, but he didn’t.
And she also felt the urge several times, wanting to lean into his arms, yet she didn’t move either.
How could two people, once so intimate, suddenly become so distant?
Had Rong Shaoze’s feelings changed, or was she the one who was being timid?
Hadn’t they once vowed with certainty to stay together forever, to love each other forever?
Could Du Ruoxin’s incident have created a rift between them that they could never bridge back to how it was before?
The more Lin Xinlan thought about it, the more upset she became.
Rong Shaoze’s silence and indifference also made her anxious and insecure.
Feeling downhearted, she moved a little, intending to turn over and draw back.
Suddenly the man spoke, "I’d like to discuss something with you."
She stopped moving, not stirring or opening her eyes, "What is it?"
This was the first time they had spoken to each other in days.
Rong Shaoze sighed internally, finding her more patient and stubborn than he had imagined.
After all, it was he who gave in, unable to help himself from speaking first.
"I plan to hire someone to teach Xiaocong martial arts so he can fend for himself if there is ever any danger. What do you think?"
She agreed with this point, not wanting to experience that kind of terror ever again.
"Then I’ll have that person come over tomorrow."