Qiao Yiyang smiled lightly, his eyes shimmering attractively.
But in Lin Xinlan’s eyes, every expression, every movement of his, made her feel disgusted.
"You won’t kill him," he said firmly. "I know you well, the child is your fatal weakness. Xinlan, you can’t do it."
Lin Xinlan gave a cold laugh, "You’re not me, how would you know what I’m thinking? Qiao Yiyang, I will kill him, don’t doubt my words!"
"You won’t," he repeated, as if he knew her better than she knew herself.
Lin Xinlan glared at him angrily, speechless.
He looked at her tenderly, smiling gently, "Xinlan, the child is innocent, you can kill me, but you cannot kill him."
Lin Xinlan’s gaze flickered slightly, and he continued, "He’s so cute, so little, he’s your child, you love him, so you can’t bring yourself to kill him."
His voice was seductive, and Lin Xinlan’s eyes began to look confused as she murmured, "How could I bear to kill my own child..."
"Yes, you can’t bear it, you love them a lot."
"I love them a lot..."
"Xinlan, let’s have a child," Qiao Yiyang said softly as he kissed her lips. Lin Xinlan turned away instinctively, but he kissed her face, whispering, "Don’t you want a child? Xinlan, having a child will make you happier, so... don’t resist me..."
Lin Xinlan’s eyes grew even more dazed. She felt Qiao Yiyang’s kisses were very gentle, and his caresses tender. A strange heat welled up inside her, like a fire slowly burning her body.
"Xinlan, do you like it when I touch you ?" Qiao Yiyang kissed her neck, her collarbone...
Pain and conflict showed in Lin Xinlan’s eyes, but she couldn’t summon the strength to push him away.
She didn’t answer but let out a very faint moan.
A hint of a smile flashed in the man’s eyes, and just as his body pressed against hers, about to possess her, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
The noise startled Lin Xinlan awake. She screamed sharply, and with strength from who knows where, shoved Qiao Yiyang forcefully away, quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, and retreated to the head of the bed, staring at him with terror.
What had he done to her?!
What had he done to her!!!
"Qiao Yiyang, you’re not human!" She grabbed something and hurled it furiously at him, but he deflected it angrily with his hand.
The knocking persisted, growing impatient—it was evidently urgent.
With a dark face, he glanced at Lin Xinlan and reluctantly got dressed.
"Rest well, I’ll come to see you again tonight," Qiao Yiyang said lowly, restraining himself.
Lin Xinlan watched him with anger, too drained even to tell him to leave.
Heavens, she had nearly... been... by him...
What exactly had he done to her, that she had been completely unaware!
Seeing her very unstable emotions, Qiao Yiyang stepped forward, trying to touch her, but she screamed in terror, making him quickly withdraw his hand.
"Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!"
Qiao Yiyang took a deep breath and said dispassionately, "Don’t try to test my patience, or else, I will show you a side of me that’s even more terrifying."
This was a threat, a threat to keep her from doing anything foolish, a threat against any attempt to resist him!
The man gave her a deep look and turned to walk out of the bedroom.
Standing outside was Rong Mingyan, who did not look very well. Seeing him emerge, he said in a low voice: