Stealing Your Heart

“Let go of me.” Lin Xinyan’s eyes widened. She stopped the body that held her down using her hands.

“Let go?” Zong Jinghao emphasized the two words and thought it was ridiculous.

He was irritated that she wanted to make a clean break with him when she first came. She also merely believed her own son to be innocent and doubted him.

He was furious.

Lin Xinyan looked away and was afraid to look at him. She could feel the heat of his brawny body that was stronger than hers, as well as his familiar and heavy breaths that were so close to her. She closed her eyes and said, “My son is just five years old…”

He won’t be able to do something like this.

When she looked away, the blue veins on her long and slim neck could be clearly seen and were beating. Her rapid breathing due to nervousness sounded like some enticing musical notes. Zong Jinghao wanted to scare her at first, but the blood in his entire body seemed to be boiling after staring at her.

He lowered his head and put his lips close to her neck.

His lips were soft and slightly cold.

Panicked, Lin Xinyan pushed him with all her strength and said, “Let go of me, you shameless idiot!”

“Shameless? I’m embarrassed by your son. Why would I care anymore?” His head was still buried in her neck while he murmured.

He loved her smell which was familiar and addictive to him.

He almost couldn’t resist merging his body with hers now.

“Are you a witch? If not, why am I not myself when I’m around you?

Lin Xinyan didn’t utter a word. Tears streamed down her face slowly and dropped on her hair near her ears.

Felt that she was sobbing; Zong Jinghao looked up straight at her face and said, “Did you just feel aggrieved from my kiss?”

Her eyelashes twitched slightly and eyes opened slowly. Tears could still be seen in her eyes. She asked in a rough voice, “Do you think I’m a woman who will casually sleep with another man?”

Zong Jinghao was stunned and replied, “… No.”

“Yes you do, and you’ve never respect me.” She continued as tears that she was holding back streamed down her face, “You think that I slept with another man when I was eighteen and got pregnant, and so I’m a lascivious and unchaste woman. I’m not. I’m not the kind of woman you think I am, and I simply had no choice.”

Zong Jinghao unknowingly panicked and quickly wiped her tears away. He admitted to himself that he did think of her that way.

Lin Xinyan turned away and didn’t want him to touch her.

ears, gently tucked her hair behind her ears, and

do you want?” Lin Xinyan was holding back her

I said, You will be

kids? Are you prepared to be their stepfather?” Lin

Zong Jinghao was a

even though she’s not a virgin

could never

proud man like you accept that the kids of another person call

it!” He stood

that Lin Xinyan could return to

his limit to accept Lin Xinyan who’s

stepfather to raise the children for another person. And he can’t

messy clothes. She looked up at the man who turned his back on her and said, “We, shall divorce, and go back to where were. These are the right things that

correct?” He said gloomily, clearly in a

own feelings, that I don’t love you. And since you can’t accept my children, ending

just now were ringing in Zong Jinghao’s ears. I do know about

don’t love you. Ha. I don’t love

by her collar and said, “Say

hurts. Her neck

all when looking into his slightly puffy eyes. She struggled and said, “I don’t love you. Do you want me to be

Lin Xinyan was not with this man for long, she really understood him very

man like him be made

he was

He almost went insane!

and didn’t

even though

She couldn’t breathe anymore as Zong Jinghao grabbed her by her collar

go furiously and said, “Don’t

after quite

she turned around and walked towards the main door. She then stopped, glanced at the piano next to the window, and said without even turning around, “I

away again once she finished

villa, the determination that she made up almost collapsed

against the wall,

wasn’t sure why it was

was scrolling on his phone quickly came up to her

her head and said, “I’m