Ye Anqi secretly took a breath and stepped closer to him.
One step, two steps... just one more step and she would be in front of him.
"Ah—" Her body was suddenly pushed down to the ground.
Ye Anqi slammed down hard, her head banging against the solid marble floor with a thud.
Before she could recover from the dizziness, her neck was abruptly grasped—
Ya Shitian was sitting on top of her, his gaze terrifying.
His broad, powerful palm gripped her neck, and with just a gentle squeeze, he could snap her neck.
Ye Anqi struggled to breathe, her face turning red...
She swung at him, only to be swept aside by his powerful hand.
And the hand on her neck applied even more pressure. The bastard, he really intended to kill her!
Ye Anqi glared fiercely, her eyes devoid of any trace of fear or vulnerability.
But breathing became more and more difficult, so uncomfortable...
Just when she thought she was going to die, he suddenly released her.
