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"How are you here?" Lin Xinlan asked, panting.

She looked at him, unwilling to even blink out of fear that all of this was an illusion, terrified he would suddenly vanish.

Rong Shaoze held her tightly, not letting go in the slightest.

He said in a deep voice, "I couldn’t rest easy leaving you here alone. If I didn’t see you immediately, I would’ve gone crazy."

"But it’s dangerous for you. What if they see through your disguise?"

The more Lin Xinlan thought about it, the more frightened she became; if Qiao Yiyang knew Rong Shaoze was George, he would not let him go.

He certainly wouldn’t miss an opportunity to kill Rong Shaoze.

The man smiled faintly, comforting her, "Don’t worry, I won’t be found out. My identity is perfect; they won’t suspect anything. Even if there really is danger, I wouldn’t leave you here alone..."

Lin Xinlan’s eyes reddened as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips again.

Rong Shaoze groaned softly, picked her up, and walked towards the large bed.

He laid her down and kissed her eagerly, his hands lovingly caressing her body.

"Xinlan, my Xinlan..." His kisses trailed downwards, and he had already lost control.

Lin Xinlan knew what he wanted to do, and she did not stop him.

At that moment, even if they were discovered, even if both of them were to die, she wouldn’t frown.

Finally ending a long period of anxiety and fear, Rong Shaoze was very excited, his emotions also out of control.

He could only use actions to express his love, longing, and care for her.

Lin Xinlan responded to him passionately, as if this night could last forever, or as if it were the last time they could embrace each other, making her want to release all her passion and love.

This embrace could only be described as earth-shattering.

Several times, Lin Xinlan thought she might die; she even forgot where she was.

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Finally, everything settled down, and Rong Shaoze held her, both of them exhausted.

They looked at each other without speaking, just locking gazes deeply.

Lin Xinlan touched his deep brown hair and asked with a smile, "Is this hair real or dyed?"

"Dyed."

"And your eyes?"

"I’m wearing color contacts."

"And your nose?"

"It’s prosthetic."

"You do look quite convincing as an Italian." If he hadn’t made her the beef fried rice, she wouldn’t have recognized him.

Rong Shaoze smiled briefly, then suddenly his smile faded, and he asked gravely, touching her face, "During this time, has Qiao Yiyang done anything to you?"

Lin Xinlan’s face paled slightly but quickly returned to normal.

However, her subtle changes in expression did not escape Rong Shaoze’s eyes.

He abruptly clenched her hand and asked coldly, "What did he do to you?!"

Seeing the terror in his eyes, Lin Xinlan hurriedly shook her head, "Don’t worry, he hasn’t done anything to me. It’s just that I’ve been so unhappy here; I’ve wanted to go home, back to you, and to Xiaocong."

Rong Shaoze’s heart ached, "Xinlan... I’m sorry, I failed to protect you."

"No, don’t blame yourself, this isn’t your fault!" Lin Xinlan quickly shook her head, just about to say something more when suddenly a knocking sound came from the door.

Her face changed, and Rong Shaoze’s gaze hardened.

"Who is it?" she asked in a low voice.

"Xinlan, it’s me."

It was Qiao Yiyang!

Rong Shaoze sat up abruptly, his expression chillingly cold.