【65】Even in death, I can only be my own ghost.

"..." Ya Shitian pinched her chin, "I mean, you're ugly!"

"Then why not let me roll away sooner, so as not to spoil your appetite?"

Ya Shitian felt a twinge of discomfort, his expression icy cold, "Once you're my woman, even in death, you can only die here."

Ye Anqi thought of his seven fiancées who had died before.

Did he really kill those women?

But it must have something to do with him; otherwise, why would they all be dead.

Was she going to die here like them?

At this thought, a chill shuddered through Ye Anqi's heart.

She scoffed in disdain, "Your woman? Huh, who is yours?"

Ya Shitian leaned in close to her, his thin lips almost touching hers.

"My woman, of course, is you," his breath and voice were filled with ambiguity.

"And here I thought I was just a paramour you could use and throw away," Ye Anqi said with a mocking smile.

Ya Shitian's tone was condescending, "Rest assured, as long as you're obedient, you can stay by my side for a lifetime."