Noble Marriage

27: Chapter 27 Have you fallen for me?

27: Chapter 27 Have you fallen for me?

It was a very beautiful hand.

Lin Xinlan glanced at it before she struggled to grasp his hand, and he easily pulled her up without exerting much force.

“The time is tonight,” he dropped these words, flashed her a wicked smile, and then walked out of the room.

Tonight, she really couldn’t escape…

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Entering Rong Shaoze’s bedroom, Lin Xinlan saw him leaning on the balcony railing, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

His long legs were slightly bent, and his white shirt fluttered in the wind.

Seeing her come in, he took a light sip of wine and said indifferently, “Go take a shower first.”

Lin Xinlan took the bathrobe that had been prepared and walked into his bathroom.

Rong Shaoze’s bathroom was large and beautifully decorated, even featuring a huge circular massage bathtub.

She didn’t use the bathtub for bathing but directly showered under the spray head, quickly took a bath, and then walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

Rong Shaoze was already sitting on the sofa.

There was a bottle of red wine on the table; he filled his glass, glanced at her sidelong, and asked, “Can you drink?”

“A little.” Maybe, she could have a glass.

Drunk, she could avoid some things she didn’t want to face.

Rong Shaoze beckoned to her, “Come here.”

She sat down next to him, her body fragrant with jasmine from the bath— it was very soothing to the senses.

Rong Shaoze’s eyes glinted slightly.

He tilted his head back to drink from his glass, and then, taking her chin, he fed the wine into her mouth.

Lin Xinlan didn’t struggle.

She swallowed the wine and softly said, “I want to have a drink.”

“Good, for you.” The man curved his lips and, in the same manner, fed her an entire glass of wine.

The alcohol took effect, and Lin Xinlan felt a little dizzy, her vision blurry.

Rong Shaoze kissed her lips; his breath began to falter.

Tugging at her, he lifted her up, and as the bathrobe slipped off, it made things easier— no need to undress anymore.

Only a bedside lamp was on, casting a hazy light.

Lin Xinlan felt like a leaf adrift on the vast ocean, bobbing up and down, unable to find a place to land.

The darkness of night was profound, Rong Shaoze lay beside her, and Lin Xinlan, eyes open, suddenly threw back the quilt and set her feet on the floor.

“Where are you going?” The man held her shoulder.

On her beautifully curved back were several dark strawberry marks he had left.

Lin Xinlan didn’t turn around: “You’ve already had me.

I’m going back to my room to sleep now.”

Rong Shaoze suddenly pulled her back onto the bed and half-pressed her down.

His slightly damp, shining broken hair had a decadent sensuality.

His eyes were very bright, and in them, Lin Xinlan saw her own calm reflection.

“Woman, do you discard after using?” he smirked lightly.

His words were too vulgar, yet somehow, they didn’t make her feel disgusted.

Lin Xinlan lightly smiled back, retaliating with a question, “Could it be you can’t bear to part with me, have fallen for me?”

Shifting his gaze, he looked at the white bedsheet.