"He wants women. Aren't you trying to save him? Then give him your body and help him alleviate his pain!" Zhao Yan, on the contrary, calmed down and reminded the three women that they were not salty.

"What? Woman, this... How could we give him something so vague and pure? Qian Yuer, who shook their heads, couldn't even accept it.

"In that case, you don't want me to save him, do you want him to die?" Zhao Yan asked again.

"Save him, so to speak, you were really saving him?" Fang Rou had to re-examine Zhao Yan.

"Of course I'm saving him. Otherwise, what do you think I'm still busy...