He said passionately, "Call out, let them see what kind of man you like to be with."
Ye Anqi felt helpless. "I won't call. I want to rest now. Can you please leave?"
"If you don't call, are you suggesting I can do something?"
"...I think my words are unambiguous."
"But I hear ambiguity."
"Then there's a problem with your ears."
"You're saying one thing but feeling another."
"You..." Ye Anqi glared, but met his deep, dark, passionate gaze.
Her heart seemed to be struck by something, speeding up its pace.
Ya Shitian held her with both arms, one hand on her back.
The air became thick.
The sound of their breathing was clearly audible.
Ye Anqi, summoning her greatest rationality, pushed against him, "Mr. Ya, please let go."
Ya Shitian's dark eyes were frighteningly intense, "Say it again."
"Please, mmh..."
Suddenly, her lips were seized by his—
Ye Anqi's waist was pressed down by him, her muffled struggles futile.
The brilliant lights above her dazzled her eyes.
