Liu Yingluo lay on his chest and looked up at him with teary eyes. She said in a choking voice, “Please let go of me. I don’t like you, and I don’t want to be with you. I’ll run away from here one day and make sure you won’t ever find me again.”
Lu Zhengzhe’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he closed his eyes. “It’s okay that you don’t like me. I like you, so just bear with it. Stop trying to escape from here. If you do, I’ll give your son to Liu Zhaodi, and he’ll call your sister mom. You won’t want to give up your son, will you?”
The tearful eyes of Liu Yingluo contracted. She placed her hand on her bulging tummy, reluctance written all over her face. “Liu Zhengzhe, don’t you dare do that to my son!”
“Then, don’t make me angry. The status of your son depends on your attitude toward me!”
Liu Zhaodi closed her eyes and broke free from her distant memories, already drenched in cold sweat.