She had no choice but to grab his hand and, with his help, descend.
But as soon as she stood on the ground, her body fell towards him.
Ya Shitian wrapped his arms around her and teased with a wicked smile, "So eager to throw yourself into my arms?"
Ye Anqi struggled to get up, "Sorry, my legs are just numb."
Ya Shitian squatted down and grabbed her calf with his large hand, "Here?"
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a massage." His hand was strong, and even through the boots, the pressure he applied was just right.
Ye Anqi's gaze dimmed.
Someone as exalted as Ya Shitian was doing this for her…
To say he wasn't sincere about her, even a fool wouldn't believe it.
But… there was no future between them…
Ya Shitian looked up, "Still numb?"
Ye Anqi shook her head, "I'm fine now, thank you, Young Master Ya."
The man slowly stood up, "I did this, not for your thanks."
"But I still want to thank you."
