Zac choked, "A man like Alfred can be regarded as a wacko. Ordinary people can't compare with him."
"I think every man has a romantic gene in his bones. After all, you are single cell creatures that think with your lower body." Hazel said with a smile.
Zac rubbed her head and said, "You mean an ordinary man, not a charming man like me." "You are right, sir. You are from the divine world. There is still a difference between you and a mortal," Hazel said, giggling.
"Idiot, you must have been cultivated yourself for ten thousand years to accumulate the bless so that you can marry me in this life." Zac raised his thick eyebrows.
"Zac, narcissism is a disease. You have to be cured." Hazel rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm just telling the truth." Zac shrugged.
"Don't forget that the marriage between us two is equal in social ranks and everything. I'm not from an inferior family than yours.
