The man pulled her body towards him and fondly hugged her in his arms.
His words were ice-cold as he whispered in her ear.
"I told you not to mention him. Who knows, he might suffer quite a bit soon, maybe even lose a finger..."
Seeing that she shut her mouth and said no more, he smiled with satisfaction, a gleam flickering across his handsome dark pupils.
"That’s my good girl, remember, in your heart and in your eyes, there can only be one man—me. Not even in conversation should you mention another man."
Lin Xinlan tilted her head slightly, her eyes glancing sideways at him as she said with a faint smile, "Don’t worry, my heart and eyes are indeed full of you."
His eyes brightened at her words, but then she added, "Because aside from you, I’ve never hated anyone in my life. You are the one I hate the most in my heart and in my eyes."
Perhaps this was what they meant by killing without a trace.
With just a casual remark, she could affect his emotions and disturb his mind.
Rong Shaoze’s lips tightened, and his gaze grew frosty. He clenched her waist tighter, biting her cheek as a form of punishment and laughed wickedly, "It doesn’t matter, I’ll take your hate too. I want all of you, everything. For now, I’ll accept all your hate; later, I’ll take all your love."
The two looked at each other in silence, one with a cold expression, the other with a deep and complex gaze.
Lin Xinlan was the first to turn away, lowering her gaze to hide the iciness in her eyes.
She utterly scorned his words, his attitude.
Rong Shaoze wouldn’t let her mention Qiao Yiyang, and she hadn’t brought him up again. She appeared indifferent, but she was in fact very anxious inside.
She had no idea what had become of Qiao Yiyang under his control.
For two straight days, Rong Shaoze had followed her every step, guarding her closely.
He did nothing else, only indulging in one activity day after day, kissing her, ceaselessly kissing her.
Looking into the dark heat in the depths of his eyes, Lin Xinlan always felt a secret terror. She truly feared that in a moment of abandon, he might force himself on her.
If that happened, all her efforts would have been in vain.
She glanced at him and was about to speak when suddenly the man cuped her head in his hands, kissing her forcefully.
The kiss lasted a long time before he reluctantly ended it.
But he didn’t let go of her. His fingers caressed her lips, his gaze knowing, with a blazing desire dancing within.
"Didn’t I say not to look at me? The moment you do, I can’t resist kissing you," he murmured hoarsely, feigning innocence in his actions.
Lin Xinlan was exasperated and said in annoyance, "Don’t make excuses for yourself, you clearly are just... hmm..."
The man gave her another long, fervent kiss.
Lin Xinlan was pressed down on the sofa by him, her face flushed and her body devoid of strength.
Rong Shaoze leaned on her chest, rubbing against it, feeling his body uncomfortably taut.
Why do women have to have their period every month, it would be better if it didn’t come at all.
He thought that by kissing her, by rubbing against her, he would relieve some of his urges, but it only intensified his burning desire, making him feel more tormented and miserable.
"Xinlan, has it not stopped yet?" he asked in a raspy voice.
Lin Xinlan was startled and quickly replied, "No, I always have it for a long time. It’s only been three days; it’s nowhere near finished."
"Really?" He sounded subdued, his hand mischievously sliding downwards, intending to investigate for himself.
Lin Xinlan’s face turned pale with fright, "Rong Shaoze, what are you doing!"