Ye Anqi was not in the mood to please him at this time; even a clay figure has three points of anger.
Ya Shitian revealed a devilish smile, "Fine, then I'll just do as I please."
In the center of the luxurious and spacious living room stood an operating table.
Ye Anqi's body was thrown onto it, her arms and legs secured by iron rings, forming a 'big' character.
Ya Shitian sat lazily on the sofa, his gaze domineering as he looked at her, as though he were an emperor reigning supreme over the world.
Ye Anqi struggled a few times, only to confirm the sturdiness of the iron rings.
There was no escaping for her.
"What exactly do you want to do?" she glared at him, her beautiful eyes flaming with anger, adding a fearsome beauty to her demeanor.
Ya Shitian narrowed his eyes slightly, "Didn't you say I could do as I please?"
"Then what exactly do you want to do?"
Ya Shitian did not answer but instead turned to order a servant, "Call Second Miss down here."
"Yes, Young Master."
