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.
"Let go!"
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.