Gu Yixuan stood still, snatching her luggage from her and said indifferently, "You’d better not go anywhere; I won’t let you leave."
Who knew if she left, would she immediately go and abort the baby? He needed to watch her until she gave birth to the child.
Because he knew that the child was the only bond left between them.
If the child were gone, perhaps they would never have a chance again.
Mo Ran sneered, "What now? You want to imprison me again?"
He nodded in admission, "Yes, for the sake of the child, I will imprison you."
"You!" Mo Ran’s face paled with anger, "Gu Yixuan, the child is in my womb, its life and death are up to me to decide, even if you imprison me, I can still choose not to keep it!"
Gu Yixuan’s pupils contracted sharply, a sharp pain slicing a part of his heart, leaving him both in pain and at a loss.
"I will watch you; I won’t let you harm the child," he asserted confidently. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
Mo Ran gave him a nonchalant look, "I’ve already told you, the child’s life and death are for me to decide, no matter what you do, it’s useless!"
"Anyway, I will watch you; I won’t let you harm him." It seemed the man had nothing else to say.
"You! Are you deaf to my words?!" Mo Ran tried to push his body, attempting to make him move away.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the wardrobe, opening his own wardrobe and taking out many ties.
A flicker of confusion passed through Mo Ran’s eyes; she did not understand what he intended to do.
When the man pressed her onto the bed and began to use the ties to bind her hands to it, she understood.
"What are you doing! Stop!" He was going to do this to her again, this damned man!!
Gu Yixuan kept his lips tightly sealed, his eyes dark without a trace of light, pressing down on her intently as he tied her hands and feet, completely ignoring her reactions.
"Gu Yixuan! Let me go, do you hear me, don’t make me hate you even more!"
His movements halted for a moment, but just for a moment.
Let her hate, she already hated him much. Since there was no love, let it be hate.
The man was skilled and strong; in just a few moves, Mo Ran was bound tightly and unable to move.
Her hands could only hang down in front of her chest; closing them was simply impossible.
Her slightly parted legs were also tied to the bedposts.
She swore, she had come to hate this European-style bed with posts at both ends!!!