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Rong Shaoze, however, was very worried and called Tao Hua in to give her a thorough examination.

Tao Hua said her body was basically fine, but it’s best for her not to engage in any vigorous activities.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xinlan felt relieved, but Rong Shaoze’s face turned sour.

"How long will this situation last?" he asked, referring to not being able to touch her.

With a smile, Tao Hua said lightly, "Three months. You can’t touch her for three months."

"SHIT!" Rong Shaoze couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Not being able to touch her for three months, that was like asking for his life!

Seeing his dissatisfied look, Tao Hua spoke coolly, "Of course, no one will stop you if you want to touch her. But it would be best not to end up taking a life."

Rong Shaoze’s face turned even uglier.

Lin Xinlan, hearing their conversation, grew increasingly anxious in her heart.

What kind of illness had she contracted, so serious that Rong Shaoze couldn’t touch her, and for as long as three months, no less?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

Could it be, she was pregnant?!

No, that’s impossible!

She took contraceptive pills every time; there was absolutely no way she could be pregnant.

If she were pregnant, Rong Shaoze would have told her, he would have ordered her to get rid of the child, not take great care of her and keep it from her.

The more Lin Xinlan thought about it, the more certain she became that she wasn’t pregnant.

As long as it wasn’t pregnancy, that was good enough.

After Tao Hua left, Rong Shaoze sat on the edge of the bed, agitated, and said with ill humor, "Now I can’t touch you for three months, are you satisfied now?"

She was satisfied.

If he could never touch her for the rest of his life, then she would be even more satisfied.

However, she lowered her eyes, her face showing no emotion, hiding her inner thoughts very well.

But who was Rong Shaoze? Seeing her like this, he could guess what she was thinking.

He pinched her chin, lifted her head, and forced her to meet his gaze.

His lips curled into a mischievously attractive arc as he smiled faintly and said, "However, even if I can’t touch you, I can’t miss out on my daily benefits."

After that, he kissed her lips, giving her no chance to react.

He was growing fonder of kissing her; each time he kissed her, he felt very pleased.

The kiss was not rough at all, rather gentle, and when he gently let go of her, he buried his face in her neck and said, intoxicated, "Xinlan, you smell so good, I really like the fragrance on you."

Lin Xinlan’s body trembled!

He was calling her Xinlan?!

How could he utter such an affectionate nickname?

And, the fragrance on her?

Lin Xinlan suddenly remembered something—no wonder that day he used jasmine essential oil to bathe her, it smelled so familiar to her.

Because her body had always carried the scent of jasmine!

She had been deceived by him!

He didn’t like the scent of roses at all; his preference was for the scent of jasmine.

He had deliberately said that just so she would carry the fragrance he liked...

This hateful man!

Lin Xinlan forcefully pushed him away and asked with a cold face, "Tell me, what illness do I actually have?!"

Rong Shaoze looked up, very calm, "What illness could you possibly have, you’re not sick at all."

"Then why did Doctor Tao say you can’t touch me for three months and that touching me could be dangerous?" She really wanted to ask if she was pregnant.

Rong Shaoze laughed a little, touched her head, and said, "Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with your body. It’s just too weak to withstand my strength."