"Since this is how you see me, I'd be doing you an injustice if I didn't live up to your expectations, wouldn't I?"
"..."
"From now on, no matter how you insult me, I will definitely... fulfill your expectations one by one!"
Having said that, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the washstand.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Ye Anqi grabbed his hand, glaring, "Can't you be a bit more ascetic early in the morning?!"
Ya Shitian pulled her hand away, "No, I've said I need to fulfill your expectations."
Ye Anqi: "..."
She tried to push him away but lost her balance, leaning backward so she had to brace herself on the washstand with one hand.
With her other hand, she wanted to slap him but he caught her wrist, rendering her immobile.
Her legs flailed wildly, kicking against his body feebly from behind.
Ye Anqi felt like a turtle on its back, limbs in the air.
Her struggles were futile…
