Ya Shitian suddenly kicked the coffee table with one foot.
With a loud bang, the coffee table fell to the ground—
Ye Anqi was so frightened that her eyelids twitched.
The angry man suddenly pressed her body down fiercely, his eyes sharp, "Ye Anqi, listen to me, you can only be mine! Don't even think of Bei Jingshen in this lifetime. If you think you can be with him, think again!"
Ye Anqi lay on the couch, not struggling.
She stared at the dazzling crystal chandelier above her head, feeling dizzy.
Seeing her like this, Ya Shitian wished he could tear her apart, "I told you not to think about him, did you hear me?"
"..."
"Damn woman, I told you not to think about him!"
Ye Anqi suddenly spoke indifferently, "Don't worry, I will never be with him in this lifetime..."
Because maybe he was already dead.
Ya Shitian was slightly stunned.
Ye Anqi looked at him and laughed lightly, "Young Master Ya, were you jealous just now?"
"..."
"I don't like Bei Jingshen, really, I swear."