His voice was very gentle, and his words were enticing.
Yet Lin Xinlan felt not a shred of movement in her heart. She averted her gaze and spoke indifferently, "I’d like to go upstairs to rest. Please do as you wish."
Qiao Yiyang grasped her hand in an instant, looking at her deeply. Lin Xinlan frowned slightly, clearly displeased.
He pulled her into his embrace, holding her from behind, his hands clasped just below her chest, their bodies pressed tightly together without any gap.
Anger surged through Lin Xinlan instantly, and she began to struggle fiercely, "Qiao Yiyang, what are you doing? Let go!"
The man’s arms were firm. He leaned down, his lips brushing past her earlobe, causing Lin Xinlan to tremble all over, her heart immediately thrown into chaos.
"Xinlan, give me a chance, let’s love each other, alright?" he said in a low and husky voice, burning with desire. Lin Xinlan turned away, grinding her teeth with hatred.
"Impossible! Qiao Yiyang, affection that’s forced is never genuine. Do you really want me to treat you with feigned affection?"
Qiao Yiyang tilted his head, gazing at her intently, his lips almost touching her cheek.
"If you’re willing to feign your affection for me, I’m willing to accept it. Because, ’pretend love can turn real.’" No one understood the meaning of that better than he did.
Sometimes, if you wear a mask for too long, you really can’t take it off.
"Let go, I hate your touch!" Lin Xinlan struggled violently against his arms, but he held her even tighter.
"Before you fell in love with Rong Shaoze, if he held you , would you have hated it too?"
"Don’t compare him with yourself; you are nothing like him!" Lin Xinlan said through gritted teeth, wishing she had the strength to be unkind to him.
The man chuckled softly, murmured, "I just can’t understand. Compared to me, he hurt you even more. Why would you give him a chance but not me? Is it because you had a child with him? Xinlan, we could also have a child."
Lin Xinlan’s body shook, and her face turned pale instantly.
Qiao Yiyang wasn’t just speaking offhand; he was serious about wanting to have a child with her.
She stopped struggling and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with a child. You want to know the reason, do you? Fine, I’ll tell you! Rong Shaoze wasn’t as hypocritical as you are. Your hypocrisy disgusts me! Qiao Yiyang, stop your act. You don’t really love me, you just think you do, which is why you can’t let go of me! If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t force me!"
The man’s pupils darkened, and a trace of a cold smile formed on his lips.
"If I don’t force you, will you let me get close to you? Xinlan, once I respected you, I gave you time to adapt and never forced you. But what was the result? At the wedding, you ran away secretly, and you felt nothing for me. If respecting you gets me nowhere, why should I continue to respect you? Wasn’t it by force that Rong Shaoze got your love in the end?"
Lin Xinlan felt a sense of despair. No matter what she said, Qiao Yiyang could find a reason to counter it. What else could she say?
Taking a deep breath, she said with fury, "Qiao Yiyang, I hate you, I loathe your touch, so please stay away from me! No matter how much you force me, I will never have any affection for you; I will only hate you more! If you have any sense, let go of me and stop pestering me!"
That should be harsh enough, hurtful enough, right?
As long as she could get rid of him, she didn’t mind saying more unpleasant things.