Ye An Ya watched the scene before her, retching uncontrollably. Good thing, good thing she was specially prepared for Young Master; otherwise, the one feeding on these things inside would have been her.
Thankfully, thankfully, she still held some value. Otherwise, she would have died over a decade ago. Ye An Ya collapsed in the bathroom. Grateful she had never offended the Eldest Young Master, grateful she still had utility, grateful she belonged to Young Master, otherwise...
Ye An Ya shuddered. No matter what, she had to make Young Master marry her; she didn't dare imagine what her life would become otherwise.
Even if Young Master didn't marry her, she still had to share his bed. She was specially prepared for him. She didn't want to die, didn't want to die. Ye An Ya reminded herself over and over. Initially terrified, she began to calm down and slowly contemplated how to make Young Master sincerely want to marry her.
