Chapter 998: Not Afraid Anymore
Chu Tian and Sharp Power can’t possibly cooperate.
What does He Haoran want Li Xiaoyun’s business card for!
He Haoran pretended not to hear Zhao Dingli’s words and directly said, "Mr. Zhao, goodbye, you don’t need to see me off."
He’s not Zhao Dingli’s subordinate, nothing to be afraid of!
After saying that, He Haoran promptly jumped into his car and drove off swiftly.
Zhao Dingli: "..."
Turning back, Rui Changhuai had also left.
Zhao Dingli: "..."
Unable to catch the two of them, Zhao Dingli could only return home.
Li Xiaoyun was still waiting at home.
As soon as he entered, he saw Li Xiaoyun studying the medicine He Haoran had brought.
"Let me see." Zhao Dingli said as he sat down next to Li Xiaoyun.
Li Xiaoyun handed the medicine to Zhao Dingli as instructed.
Zhao Dingli glanced at the instructions.
The main thing is to apply it to the injured area and massage it until absorbed.
"Do you have injuries anywhere other than your arm?" Zhao Dingli asked.
"No, just here on my arm." Li Xiaoyun pointed to her arm.
"Zheng Xuelin just grabbed my arm a few times; nowhere else." Li Xiaoyun said.
Li Xiaoyun was wearing a shirt, rolling up to her elbows was the limit.
For the upper arm, she’d have to undo the collar.
Which was obviously inappropriate.
But from Zhao Dingli’s perspective, he felt it wasn’t inappropriate at all.
He was just worried Li Xiaoyun might feel it was inappropriate.
He said, "The sleeve can’t be rolled up to your upper arm, can it?"
"Come with me for a moment." Zhao Dingli said, standing up.
Li Xiaoyun didn’t know what Zhao Dingli wanted to do, so she followed.
Watched Zhao Dingli walk further inside.
Although earlier because the slippers didn’t fit, she hadn’t had the chance to explore Zhao Dingli’s house.
But generally, going further inside leads to the bedroom.
Zhao Dingli probably... wouldn’t take her to the bedroom, right?
Just as she was thinking, Zhao Dingli had already led her into a room.
Only upon entering did she realize it was a dressing room.
Filled with Zhao Dingli’s clothes.
This dressing room alone was the size of her apartment.
Li Xiaoyun stood at the door and didn’t move.
Watching Zhao Dingli walk a few steps and stop, casually picking up a white shirt to hand to her: "You can change into this first."
Li Xiaoyun looked puzzled, hearing Zhao Dingli explain, "My clothes are large, the sleeves are wide, easier to roll up, and makes it convenient for you to apply the medicine."
Li Xiaoyun didn’t have to try it on, just by looking she knew that when Zhao Dingli’s clothes were worn on her, they would indeed be very roomy.
On Zhao Dingli they fit just right, but because he’s much taller than her.
Plus, he has a good physique.
A shirt that fits him perfectly would probably look like a dress on her.
But, wearing his clothes, that’s too intimate.
Just thinking about it made Li Xiaoyun feel hot all over, unable to muster any energy.
How can one casually do such things.
So, Li Xiaoyun said to Zhao Dingli, "Actually, I can apply the medicine myself."
"Be good." Without another word, Zhao Dingli stuffed the shirt into Li Xiaoyun’s hands.
Li Xiaoyun felt her bones turn to jelly at his "be good."
Then, with a push on her shoulder, Zhao Dingli steered her into another room.
"This is my bedroom." Zhao Dingli’s voice sounded behind her before she could even react.
Li Xiaoyun felt her head explode with a "boom," only then noticing the layout of the bedroom before her.
The decor was primarily grey tones, the room was large, especially spacious.
It gave a somewhat chill feel.
But indeed a decor with strong masculine appeal.
The room had no extra decorations.
Unlike her place, filled with pillows, dolls piled up on the window sill.
On both sides of the sofa, she placed pretty knick-knacks found while shopping.
Would buy them back when she saw them.
But in Zhao Dingli’s room, aside from some essentials.
There’s nothing else.
The wall opposite the bed was empty, but a scroll-like thing hung up.
Like a retractable projection screen.
A projector was hung from a corner of the ceiling above the bed.
A tall floor lamp stood at one side of the bed.
One side of the wall was fitted with a narrow long desk.
Casually placed atop was a laptop.
Seemingly conveying that sometimes work comes unexpectedly, allowing him to casually work without having to specifically head to the study.
The other side of the wall was embedded with closets.
Just had such a spacious dressing room earlier, wonder what type of clothes this closet holds.
By the window’s side was a large floor-to-ceiling window, designed similar to the living room.
Offering a broad view of scenery upon looking out.
Near the bed, there was a square carpet laid, with a comfortable sofa placed on top.
In front of the sofa stood a low round table.
With a tray on the round table, housing a set of crystal glasses.
Without Zhao Dingli explaining, Li Xiaoyun could already imagine the scene.
Zhao Dingli coming out relaxed after a bath at night.
Leisurely sitting on the sofa.
Holding a crystal glass, the glass containing light amber-colored whiskey.
Enjoying the nighttime view before him comfortably.
"You can change clothes here." Zhao Dingli said, "There’s a temperature control system at home, it’s not cold."
The temperature always stays at a level most comfortable for the human body.
Saying this, Zhao Dingli went out first.
Before closing the door at the entrance, he said, "I’ll wait in the living room, come out once you’re done."
"Hey..." Li Xiaoyun wanted to stop him, but Zhao Dingli had already closed the door and left.
Li Xiaoyun stared dumbfoundedly at the men’s shirt in her hand, lost in thought.
Glancing around Zhao Dingli’s room again, changing clothes here felt very peculiar.
The same cedar scent from Zhao Dingli himself was present in his room.
Li Xiaoyun couldn’t help but imagine many scenarios.
Thought perhaps that besides work, Zhao Dingli spent most of his time at home in this bedroom.
Hence the bedroom carried the same scent as he did.
Li Xiaoyun swallowed, feeling extremely nervous.
Feeling surrounded by Zhao Dingli’s scent.
She even felt a bit curious if the bedding on Zhao Dingli’s bed carried the same aroma.
But she didn’t dare to squat down and smell.
That would be too improper.
Li Xiaoyun took a deep breath and went to draw the curtains before changing clothes.
Although this floor was high up, providing no equivalent height in sight.
But with such a large window and bright light, changing clothes like this felt somewhat uneasy.
Li Xiaoyun took off her shirt and placed it on Zhao Dingli’s bed.
Seeing the scene, why does it invoke such suggestive ideas so easily.
Li Xiaoyun picked up Zhao Dingli’s shirt and put it on.
As expected, Zhao Dingli’s shirt was indeed large.
The shoulder seams settled on her arms.