Noble Marriage
Chapter 268: You Should See a Psychologist

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: You Should See a Psychologist

Upon hearing his words, goosebumps sprang up all over her body.

She couldn’t help but mockingly retort, "If you really never change the sheets in your lifetime, that would be truly disgusting."

Rong Shaoze sighed, his smile a mix of helplessness and indulgence, "How did such a deep and affectionate statement turn so distasteful as soon as you understood it?"

Lin Xinlan felt even more creeped out.

Rong Shaoze, this lunatic, sicko, pervert!

Could he stop speaking to her with that revolting tone and those nauseating expressions?!

Quickly bowing her head, she did not want to see him for another second.

She squeezed the toothpaste and filled a cup with water, took a sip and spit it out, then she began brushing her teeth.

Arms encircled her from behind, and the man’s sturdy body pressed up against her, the heat from his front making her back burn so hot she wanted to leap away, to shake him off.

Rong Shaoze rested his chin on her shoulder, his tender eyes unblinkingly watching the woman in the mirror.

Lin Xinlan, with foam in her mouth, asked coldly, "Let go of me. How am I supposed to brush my teeth if you’re hugging me?"

"Here, let me help you." He took the toothbrush from her hand and gently, slowly brushed for her.

Their posture in the mirror clearly showed their intimacy, and Rong Shaoze’s actions were even more suggestively tiresome.

Lin Xinlan, expressionless, fell silent for a few seconds, snatched the toothbrush back, and with her elbow gave him a strong nudge, "I’ll do it myself!"

She deliberately spoke at him, spraying his face with foam.

Rong Shaoze closed his eyes slightly, and when she thought he would get angry, he opened them, his hands suddenly cupping her face, holding it steady, then pressed his own face to hers, smearing the foam on her face as well.

Seeing her dirtied little face, he couldn’t help but burst into joyful laughter.

Lin Xinlan’s hands were shaking, she was trying hard to control her anger.

"Xinlan, you look so cute like this." He rubbed her face and leaned in to kiss her foamy lips.

Just as he was about to get close, a cold liquid poured down from the top of his head, the water soaked his hair, ran down into his neck, drenching his shirt.

Lin Xinlan put down the cup and said indifferently, "You should see a psychologist, no, you should see a psychiatrist."

She turned around to get water and continue brushing her teeth, not sparing him a glance at his current expression.

Rong Shaoze wiped the water off his face, the smile from earlier was gone from his lips, and his gaze became only more profound and complex.

Suddenly, he curved his lips into a smile, picked up the toothbrush to rinse his mouth, no longer doing things that would irk Lin Xinlan.

The two went downstairs together for breakfast; the servants in the villa still called her Young Madam, treating her with great respect.

This gave her an illusion as if she and Rong Shaoze had never divorced at all.

After breakfast, Rong Shaoze wanted to take her out for some fun, but Lin Xinlan was not in the mood at all.

She said indifferently, "You should release Mr. Qiao first. As long as you’re holding him, I can’t stop thinking about it, and it makes me uncomfortable."

Rong Shaoze’s originally gentle eyes suddenly grew colder, he sneered, "If you want me to let him go, you had better do as I say and never mention his name in front of me again. Xinlan, I hate it when his name comes out of your mouth; it makes me feel like killing someone."

"So what’s the point of you keeping him locked up? If you release him, naturally I won’t mention his name again."

The man pulled her close, affectionately wrapping her in his arms.