Chapter 91 Fuck off

Peyman has this idea in his heart, but he can't say it clearly.

He frowned. "You can't say that. I'm doing it for you. Conlin is good-looking, but he is mentally ill and won't live long."

He said, looking at Athach's neck with some fire-breathing eyes: "You see, this time Conlin got sick, you just ..."

Athach interrupted him impatiently: "He didn't hurt me; it was a hickey!"

Peyman: "Then he was forcing you in marriage. You don't want to!"

Athach was disinclined to talk to such self-righteous people, so she lifted his feet and left.

However, Peyman stopped her again: "Athach, I know you still like me, and I really want to take you with me. I ..."

He leaned slightly close to Athach.

Athach stepped back warily and looked at Peyman coldly with a pair of beautiful eyes.