Having said that, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight, as if he wanted to meld her into his flesh and never let her go.
Lin Xinlan didn’t struggle either. She lowered her dim eyes and said, "I know you love me, but I don’t love you, not at all. Qiao Yiyang, if you love me, could you let me go?"
"No! I will never let you go, even if it means dying, I want you with me! Xinlan, let’s go to the Netherworld together; this way, no one can ever tear us apart!"
Lin Xinlan suddenly remembered the words Du Ruoxin had said to Rong Shaoze.
She too wanted to die with Rong Shaoze, to be ghost husband and wife with him in the Netherworld.
But Rong Shaoze had coldly told her that if she wanted to die, she should go alone, and even in the Netherworld, he would not be with her.
Thinking of that, she said to Qiao Yiyang with equal determination, "Qiao Yiyang, even if I die with you, I won’t be with you in the Netherworld! Give up on me in this lifetime. Whether in the human realm or the Netherworld, I will never be with you!"
She pushed him away with all her might, and the man’s body swayed, leaning against the back of the chair at an angle.
He watched her intently, his gaze deep and complex.
Lin Xinlan coldly said to him, "Enough, don’t be delusional any longer! Now, either you let me go, or you kill me! But I’m telling you, I hate you, very, very much hate you!"
If it hadn’t been for him, she wouldn’t have been separated from Rong Shaoze for so long.
He had brought her so much harm and pain.
She hated him and would never love him.
Qiao Yiyang suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter sinister and cold.
He abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes dark and cold as he firmly stared at her, "Hate then. Without love, hate will do! Since you hate me, I naturally want you to thoroughly hate me, to remember me forever!"
He gripped her face forcefully and pressed his lips harshly against hers.
Lin Xinlan widened her eyes in shock, struggling fiercely, but Qiao Yiyang was already out of control.
He pinned her down firmly, giving her no chance to resist.
His kiss, just like himself at that moment, was frenzied, cruel, and desperate.
A taste of blood filled the space between their lips and teeth, and Lin Xinlan couldn’t tell whose lips were bleeding.
Qiao Yiyang tilted her chin up, and she was forced to swallow the blood in her mouth,
The sensation nauseated her, making her want to vomit.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in terror, and her face turned pale with shock.
A sharp pain came from her waist and abdomen, and she didn’t know what Qiao Yiyang had done to her.
The man let go of her, and she looked down in a panic, seeing the end of the syringe he held, pulling the needle out.
"What have you done to me?!" Lin Xinlan asked in horror.
Qiao Yiyang’s lips were broken, the blood staining his thin lips bewitching and cold.
He tossed the syringe aside and, with a mocking smile curling his lips, said, "Xinlan, I will give you three months. If you find out that Rong Shaoze doesn’t love you as much as I do, will you come to me?"
"What did you do to me?!" Lin Xinlan shouted angrily, lifting her clothes to reveal a needle mark on her pale waist and abdomen.
Previously, she could feel that Qiao Yiyang had injected some liquid into her body!
Her first thought was that it was some kind of deadly virus.
Suddenly, she was very afraid, very panicked about what Qiao Yiyang had actually done to her!
"Shh..." The man gently stroked her cheek, soothingly said, "Don’t be nervous, it’s not something frightening. It’s a good thing; when people feel that time is moving slowly,