Ye Anqi struggled, "Let go of me—"
Timothy held her soft, slender waist, preventing her from moving.
"Anqi, I really like you..."
"I told you to let go of me, get lost!" Ye Anqi's eyes were sharp, her anger left no room for pretense.
Timothy grabbed her struggling hand, his eyes deep and dark, "Be with me, and I'll take you to see Ya Shitian tomorrow."
Ye Anqi's body froze.
"Otherwise, you can forget about seeing him for the rest of your life!"
Ye Anqi tried to suppress the turmoil inside her, "How can you be so despicable?"
"I've always been despicable."
"You're not like this..."
Timothy raised his eyebrow, "Then what am I like?"
"Whether it's the Bei Jingshen I knew in my dreams, or the Timothy I knew before, neither is like this!"
Timothy leaned closer to her face, his breath scorching.
"They are both me, and the current me is also me. Do you only accept one side of me and not the other?"
"Yes, I don't accept it."
