She knew that unless the Eldest Young Master was willing to let her go—which, judging from his past behavior, was impossible—he would never spare her.
"I don't like women who talk too much, nor do I like disobedient ones." Eldest Young Master Ye pinched her chin and yanked her hair, his voice cold. "You, of all people, should know what becomes of women who don't obey. You know what to do."
The sharp, tearing pain from her scalp made An Ya all the more aware of her current predicament.
"Yes, Eldest Young Master." An Ya's body trembled violently, tears streaming down her face as her shaky hands moved to unbutton her clothing.
"This is how a woman should be. I like obedient women." Eldest Young Master Ye released An Ya with satisfaction, caressing her chest a few times contentedly as he watched her undress without moving.
Eldest Young Master Ye lay back lazily on the bed like a king, his cold gaze fixed on An Ya, his expression deceptively mild.
