Seeing her face was of normal color, Ya Shitian let out a sigh of relief. He reached out to touch her forehead, only to be dodged by her.
The man was displeased, seized her, and forcefully stroked her forehead—her temperature was normal.
"If you're feeling unwell anywhere, just say so."
Ye Anqi hooked her lips into a faint smile, "I know, thank you for your concern, Young Master Ya."
Ya Shitian knew she was not happy inside, so he leaned in to kiss her forehead, "Go change your clothes, I'll wait for you."
Ye Anqi struggled free of his hold and walked to the wardrobe.
The clothes in the wardrobe were still those...
She randomly picked out a black dress to wear and was about to go out.
Ya Shitian pulled her back, his gaze sweeping over her face, "You seem to never wear makeup."
Ye Anqi smiled lightly, "Miss of mine is naturally beautiful, no need for that."
Ya Shitian curled his lips, "I remember you used to love putting on makeup at the Ye Family."
