Yan Zhengling asked, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

The man stared at her, "If I told you that my identity is very special, I can control your life and death, and even crush you to death like an ant. Would you be afraid?"

Yan Zhengling stretched out her good hand. The man was slightly startled. This woman was actually bossing him around?

But he still pulled her up.

Yan Zhengling raised her eyes to look at him. Her brows were gloomy and her eyes were beautiful, like a poem you couldn't understand. The artistic conception was lofty and intoxicating.

"If you really have such super power, I beg you to crush me to death right now." She begged with deep sadness.

The man's smile froze, and his mind suddenly recalled the scene eight days ago when she desperately crashed into his car.

He thought it was strange why this woman was so special, able to cure his mysophobia and hemorrhage, and why he didn't feel disgusted when she touched him.

"Tell me, what's your name?" he asked.

"Yan Zhengling." She replied.

"I forgot. You are a man seeking death and survival."

Yan Zhengling fell on the bed and ignored him.

The man clearly hates this kind of weak woman who doesn't care about her life, but for some reason, he just can't hate Yan Zhengling.

Yan Zhengling said: "Why should I marry you?"

The man came back and told his reason: "I saved you, and you promised me my life. It just so happens that I don't resent you."

Yan Zhengling suddenly choked and coughed, "This is not love. Real love is, I like you, and I pay for your emotions. The reason why I live is because you are in this world. I fight for you. Only when you are happy, I am happy.

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"Okay, I will go to your house to propose marriage another day. Just wait to be my bride." The man hung the infusion bag on the hanger next to him, turned around and left.

Yan Zhengling looked at him suddenly, "Are you sick?"

The man turned around and said, "Aren't you happy if I marry you?"

Yan Zhengling calmed down slightly, "So why are people with obsessive mysophobia so miserable?"

There are a lot of mysophobia patients in her family, what should I do?

"So, I will marry you." The man said firmly.

It’s as if a man has heard a fairy tale, “How ridiculous, living for others.”

Yan Zhengling said: "You think it's ridiculous because you haven't met the woman who can make you crazy."

The man frowned and said, "There are many hereditary diseases in our family. We have obsessive-compulsive mysophobia and vertigo. I have a natural resistance to strange women outside. And you are the only one who doesn't resent me when I grow up.

Women are so lucky to meet a woman who doesn’t feel nauseated. Don’t expect to meet a woman who can make us give up on ourselves.”

"I don't mind."

"I still have three children." Yan Zhengling said.

The man frowned, it was hard to find a woman who didn't feel nauseated, but the conditions were not very good.

Yan Zhengling said: "I'm married."

The man was slightly stunned, looking at the woman's young face, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

He actually came a step too late and became someone else's successor?

Such a man must have a very noble status. What kind of woman do you want? Why would you just pick up a woman on the street to be your wife?

Isn’t that too casual?

This man's condition is not bad. On the contrary, judging from his clothes, he is a very rich man. His movements are dignified and elegant. Although his conversation is gentle, he shows the innate confidence of a high-ranking person.

"I don't mind."

Yan Zhengling was slightly startled.

"I mind." Yan Zhengling said, the stars in her eyes were dim, like the dark Milky Way falling into the dark abyss.

"I don't need a man." She said calmly.


Chapter completed!