Chapter 1097 He Is Angry (6)

Ye Sijue stared at Anelle's back steadily, and his handsome face, which was still smiling politely, suddenly darkened.

Immediately, he followed.

Tian Yunxin was left behind. She froze on the spot and couldn't recover for a long time.

It wasn't until Duke Berg finished speaking and the music started playing again that she came to her senses.

When she subconsciously found Yesijue's position, she could clearly see that Yesijue's eyes were almost fixed on Anelle's body, and his eyes were like a deep pool.

For some reason, Tian Yunxin trembled unconsciously, and an indescribable chill hit her heart.

She subconsciously took a step back, not daring to step forward.

In the center of the banquet hall, pairs of guests hugged each other and danced.

Standing next to the dance floor, Anelle could clearly feel the gaze coming from behind, which was both hot and cold, making her feel as if she was in a world of ice and fire.

Her heart trembled, her little hands tugged at Chris's clothes, and she leaned towards him.

"Chris, I'm a little..."

She wanted to say that she felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to leave first.

But the next second, a figure with a strong presence walked up to her, stretched out a hand to her and said, "Miss Anelle, can I invite you to dance?"

Those deep blue eyes locked hers deeply.

Anne paused and wanted to refuse, but the etiquette she had received since childhood prevented her from refusing immediately.

"I……"

"I happen to have something else to tell you, how about... catching up on old times?" Yesi Jue smiled, but his whole aura was a little weird.

Anelle's heart was beating very fast. When she was hesitating, Yesijue had already reached out and took her little hand, almost forcefully leading her to the dance floor.

She panicked for a moment and looked at Chris for help.

Ye Sijue frowned, his eyebrows were cold, and he turned her around so that she was not allowed to look at her so-called fiancé.

"I don't allow you to look at him!" He whispered in her ear, his voice cold and domineering.

Anelle's back suddenly stiffened.

He spoke so quietly that only the two of them could hear it, but the awe-inspiring force that came to her face made her heart flinch.

"You..." Her throat seemed to be stuck.

Yesijue's big hands clasped her slender waist, tightened it, and followed the dance steps, bringing her to the middle of the dance floor, away from Chris's sight.

Anelle became even more nervous and subconsciously wanted to escape.

She didn't know why, but she felt that the Ye Sijue in front of her was scary.

It was clear to her that he was angry, very angry.

In all the days she spent with him in China, she had never seen him look so angry.

She didn't know what to do, how to deal with his anger.

"Mo Xiaomeng...oh no, I should call you, little Princess Anelle? How about changing your identity so that you don't recognize me anymore?" These words seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps between Yesijue's teeth. .

His voice was cold, like thousands of years of ice, falling on her cheeks, making her feel cold.

Anelle didn't dare to look into his eyes and kept her head down, not knowing what she was thinking.

Or are you thinking about how to escape from him?

There was a deep coldness in Ye Sijue's eyes.

He stared at her little face and kept staring without saying a word.

The two seemed to be facing off to see who would yield first.