Ya Shitian's movements halted abruptly.
Ye Anqi spoke coldly, "I'm not interested, could you let go of me, please?"
Ya Shitian looked up, his eyes deep and dark, "Who gave you permission to leave?"
"Didn't you tell me to get out?"
He grabbed her chin, "Playing word games with me on purpose? Did you completely fail to understand my warning that day?"
"Why should I have to understand?"
The man revealed a dangerous smile, "Very well. It seems I'll have to claim your body first before you realize that you have no way out!"
After speaking, he hoisted her up and strode to the bed in a few large steps, throwing her down—
Ye Anqi, already unwell, felt dizzy and disoriented from the fall.
The man didn't give her a chance to react, pressing down with his strong body—
"Get off me!" Ye Anqi suddenly struggled fiercely.
Ya Shitian grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.
His other hand swiftly tore open her clothes.
