Xiaoyue'er's face turned cold in vain, "My lord, please respect yourself."

She could guess what Wang Yilang was thinking, but the other party didn't speak frivolously after all, and now the other party directly asked the two of them to marry him?

What a fool's dream. "What self-respect? I, Lin Fan, have always dared to love and hate. Everyone in the Holy City knows that I have given titles to every woman who has followed me. I now have sixteen wives. If two of them marry Give me, you are the seventeenth, the eighteenth