Facing Ye Anqi's distress, Ya Shitian remained impassive.
His gaze was cold, for he had completely lost trust in her.
She was too good at pretending.
He couldn't distinguish her truth from lies, so he chose to believe nothing.
All he had to do was act according to his own desires.
Yes, all he had to do was act according to his own desires.
Suddenly, Ya Shitian stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Quickly, he threw off his clothes, and then he began unbuckling his belt...
Seeing this, Ye Anqi knew what he was going to do.
Her face turned pale, the repulsion in her eyes evident.
But Ya Shitian wouldn't care about that; all he had to do was act according to his desires.
Although he hated her, he still wanted her body.
Then take it...
The air in the bedroom was filled with the scent of hormones.
Ye Anqi didn't make a sound; she kept her eyes closed, her complexion pale.
This was a silent pantomime, a speechless tragedy.
