Watching Yan Qianyi's eyes shimmering, Mu Yunlie's emotions were unreadable at the bottom of his eyes.
Finally, he let go of her hand.
"Fine."
After all, divorce was not an option now.
He was quite interested to see what she actually wanted to do.
"You agree?" Yan Qianyi, rubbing her wrist that he had pinched sorely, asked somewhat angrily, "Aren't you afraid I might kill you?"
She hadn't expected that, in addition to his obsession with cleanliness, this guy also suffered from paranoia!
What had he been through that he was so heavily guarded against others?
Thinking of the strange poison in his body, Yan Qianyi suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.
She even began to feel some pity for him.
Being so ill was quite pitiful.
"You don't have the capability," Mu Yunlie dismissed.
"As a fragile woman like me, I even hesitate to kill chickens or fish, let alone a person," Yan Qianyi replied, smiling innocuously as she slightly raised the corner of her lips.
