Because Ya Shitian already took a few big steps and walked up to her.
He was very tall, even though she was wearing 10-centimeter high heels, she still wasn't taller than him.
Ye Anqi looked up, "What do you want to do?"
"Having been my woman, then going to marry Timothy, don't you think it's inappropriate?"
"...You mean, I shouldn't get married for the rest of my life?"
"Yes."
Ye Anqi sneered, "What do you take me for, a disposable lunchbox? Used once and can't be used again?"
"I can use you all the time."
"..." Ye Anqi was slightly stunned.
Ya Shitian lowered his head, moving closer to her, his breath very ambiguous, "If you need, you can come to me, anytime."
"...Never need." Ye Anqi spat out coldly.
The man's eyes darkened, "Really don't need? Never thought of me, dreamed of me?"
"No."
"Liar."
"..."
He hugged her waist, "Last night I dreamt of you again, you must often dream of me too."
