"..." Song Huanyan's expression stiffened as she glared at Yun Jianchen, "No."
"Really none?" Yun Jianchen asked incredulously.
Song Huanyan glared at him fiercely, "With my beauty, my looks as lovely as flowers and the moon, who would bear to kill me?"
Yun Jianchen touched his chin, looking very serious, and said, "You married me! I believe… now, in Pingcheng, women who want to kill you could form lines that would circle the city several times. A spit from each of them could drown you."
"...Shameless." Song Huanyan said, irritated.
He thinks he's so popular.
"It's not about being shameless, it's a fact," Yun Jianchen said.
"Hmph..." Song Huanyan snorted disdainfully, "Don't think you're the only one with admirers... There are plenty of men who admire me too! If each of them punched you once, you'd be minced meat within minutes."
Yun Jianchen raised an eyebrow, "In Yun City, the person who dares to punch me hasn't been born yet."
