So that’s how it is.
This person really is a master at pretending to sleep.
Rong Shaoze said again, "Xinlan, you haven’t spoken to these past few days. I felt really bad, and I thought you’d ignore for the rest of my life."
"I... didn’t ignore you... I just didn’t have a chance to talk to you," Lin Xinlan whispered.
Rong Shaoze smiled and said, "Yes, when I co ho at night, you’re already asleep. When I leave in the morning, you’re not awake yet. You’ve never had a chance to talk to ."
For so reason, Lin Xinlan felt there was more to his words.
Could it be that he knows she’s been pretending to sleep?
So what if she’s pretending to sleep!
She replied confidently, "That’s just how it is!"
"Yes, that’s just how it is." The man quickly nodded, "Now that we’re both awake, you should be able to tell whether you’ve forgiven or not."
Lin Xinlan fell silent, unsure of how to respond.
Rong Shaoze lifted his head, resting his forehead against hers, looking at her with deep emotion.
"Xinlan, have you forgiven ?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a hint of allure.
Lin Xinlan bit her lip, not saying a word.
She had forgiven him, but there was still a bit of resentnt in her heart.
Without her response, disappointnt filled Rong Shaoze’s eyes.
He smiled and consoled himself, saying, "It’s okay. I’ll patiently wait for your forgiveness. As long as you stay by my side and accompany , that’s enough."
Lin Xinlan felt troubled in her heart.
How did two people who clearly love each other end up like this?
She sighed and said, "Go to sleep early. You still have practice tomorrow."
Rong Shaoze obediently lay beside her, but wrapped his arms around her body, refusing to let go.
Lin Xinlan wanted to turn over and face away from him, but he stubbornly wouldn’t let her move, insisting they sleep face to face.
With the moonlight outside, she could see his dark, bright eyes.
Inexplicably, her heart softened, and she reached out to hug his body, resting her face against his chest.
The man stiffened all over, and Lin Xinlan softly said, "Sleep."
"Xinlan..." Rong Shaoze’s body gradually softened, and his eyes filled with irrepressible joy and tenderness.
He held her tighter, kissed her forehead, and then fell asleep contentedly.
A night of good sleep.
When Lin Xinlan woke up, Rong Shaoze had already left.
A note was still left on the bedside.
It only had one sentence: Xinlan, I love you.
Between lovers, the phrase ’I love you’ never gets old.
Though Lin Xinlan had heard Rong Shaoze say it many tis, she still felt sweet every ti she saw it.
A new day, the sunshine was very bright.
Lin Xinlan humd a song, got up to wash and change clothes, then cleaned up and went to cook.
Because she was in a good mood, she made sweet and sour ribs, braised lion’s head, and vegetable tofu soup.
After placing all the dishes on the table, she had just served herself a bowl of rice.
A figure suddenly appeared at the door. Then she saw yesterday’s handso man swagger in, grabbing the bowl from her hand, and sat down opposite her.
Boldly and shalessly, he began to eat.
Lin Xinlan was montarily stunned, suppressing her anger, and coldly said, "How did you sneak in again? Also, this is the food I cooked, you’re not allowed to eat!"
While eating the sweet and sour ribs, the handso man didn’t even look up, saying to himself, "Yesterday, I asked you to make more, and today you indeed made more. You made so much delicious food just for to eat, didn’t you?"
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