Ya Shitian didn't turn on the light; in the darkness, he accurately walked to the bedside, his dark pupils observing the slender figure on the bed.
Ye Anqi breathed evenly, as if she were asleep.
But Ya Shitian knew she wasn't; he could feel that she was pretending to sleep.
The man chuckled, leaning over close to her body.
Ye Anqi sensed his movement, and just as she stirred, her lips were captured by his kiss—
"Mmm…" She struggled, but she wasn't able to move him in the slightest.
And amidst the breaths, there was also the smell of a cloying perfume…
Ye Anqi struggled even more fiercely.
"Ya Shitian, are you going to let people rest or not?"
The man's voice was muffled, "Rest later…"
"Don't touch me!" Ye Anqi struggled as hard as she could.
"Don't move…"
"I said don't touch me, get off—" Ye Anqi suddenly writhed fiercely, conveying her strong objection.
Ya Shitian looked up displeased, "What's wrong with you, woman?"
