Exclusive Love: Pampered by the Scheming Tycoon
Chapter 93: Dreamed About Which Man?

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Dreamed About Which Man?

Just as Lin Banxia was drifting into sleep, she suddenly felt a fiery heat at her waist. The next moment, her whole body was pulled into the embrace of a scorching male physique.

"Huo Yanting, ...I can’t anymore!" Lin Banxia instantly jolted awake, pleading for mercy at once.

"Sleep!" was the man’s gritted response, only two terse words spoken next to her ear.

Lin Banxia froze. Was she overthinking it?

Gradually relaxing a little, she waited a few minutes to confirm that the man genuinely just wanted to hold her while sleeping, not to engage in anything else. She eventually drifted off again, her head resting on his strong arm.

That night, she had a dream. In it, she was eight years old, and her grandfather handed her a small box, saying, "Xiaxia, come here. A young man sent this to you—see if you like it?"

The eight-year-old girl opened the box to find a crystal bracelet inside.

Her small head tilted upward, staring at her grandfather. "This bracelet is so beautiful! Who sent it?"

"Him? Oh, he’s a new friend of Grandpa’s. He just left..."

The little girl grabbed the bracelet and ran straight for the pear garden’s gate.

At the entrance, she only saw a black sedan disappearing at the end of the road.

"Don’t go..." Lin Banxia murmured in her sleep, "...don’t go..."

Beside her, the man who had already sat up lazily leaning against the pillow froze instantly, his gaze stiffening.

He lowered his head to glance at the woman’s soft red lips murmuring "don’t go." Could it be that she was dreaming about her crush, Leng Weichen, again?

With that thought, Huo Yanting’s face darkened immediately. A moment later, he abruptly shoved her, blankets and all, off the bed.

Luckily, the thick carpet beside the bed combined with the blanket protected Lin Banxia, so she didn’t hurt herself. Instead, the startled fall simply woke her up.

"Ah..." she yelped, quickly scrambling up in confusion, only to meet a pair of icy, frost-like eyes.

"I... How did I fall off the bed?" Lin Banxia groggily rubbed the back of her head, asking him dazedly.

"How should I know?" Huo Yanting sneered, getting out of bed directly.

Lin Banxia was even more bewildered now. Could it be that she slept too restlessly and rolled off? But this man was sitting right next to her—how could he not reach out to help her? Did he actually enjoy watching her make a fool of herself?

Seriously, what kind of hobby is this?

"Get dressed and go downstairs to make me breakfast!" Huo Yanting said as he headed toward the bathroom and tossed out a casual instruction.

Lin Banxia’s beautiful eyes widened slightly. Was he really taking it for granted that she’s his maid?

She frowned, recalling that her clothes from yesterday were in the study. She wondered if she should retrieve them and put them on.

But the thought of last night’s events in the study made her reluctant to set foot in that room again.

So instead, she walked toward the walk-in closet. Upon entering, she discovered rows of neatly pressed men’s clothing.

"Of course, it’s a rich man’s closet..." Lin Banxia marveled at how the closet was several times larger than her room at the Lin Family home. A sense of indignation bubbled up inside her.

What amazed her even more, though, were the luxurious male accessories displayed within—ties, belts, watches—all of which cost a fortune. It essentially felt like a showroom exhibition, dazzling her eyes.

"No clothes to wear?" Suddenly, a man, still wrapped in a bath towel, stood behind her and asked flatly.

Lin Banxia turned around and saw droplets of water dripping from his short hair. The water trailed down his firm chest, then his taut abdomen, and finally disappeared beneath the towel. Lin Banxia’s heart suddenly began racing faster.

Damn it, wasn’t his torment enough yesterday?

And now, she was feeling like his freshly showered look was making her want to have a nosebleed.

He had showered?

Lin Banxia frowned deeply. Did this mean that this man had an obsessive cleanliness disorder?

So last night, he didn’t mind her—does that count as true love?

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