Although he had some schooling, he was indeed a rough and unrefined man.

"No need to be so formal, you can just call me Ayin." The pain in her body had actually subsided a lot, but Liuyin still wanted to learn more about this person's constitution.

Liu Yin's voice was soft and gentle, with a sickly quality, and she held Wang Zhian with considerable strength.

The implication in her words made him feel uneasy. He knew that neither his face nor his figure appealed to women, yet he still had expectations for Liuyin.

Whether it was love at first sight or lust at first sight, he couldn't deny that the moment he saw Liuyin, he wanted to take good care of her.

As if sensing his interest, Liuyin turned her face and rubbed against him. "Brother Zhi'an."

Actually, Liuyin wanted to tell him directly that she was willing to be with him for life. It's clear that men are so shy, and she was afraid that if she told him, he might ignore her.

Liuyin doesn't love him, but she's willing to spend her life with him.

After all, Liuyin simply couldn't imagine how she could live in this world all by herself.

Moreover, she was dressed in a suit and was dragging her ailing body.

In this world without spiritual power, Wang Zhian is nearly two meters tall, and his muscular physique is clearly visible to the naked eye. Coupled with his fierce appearance, few people dare to provoke him.

But this is precisely what gives Liuyin a sense of security.

Few people knew about the marriage, but the fact that Wang Zhian saved Liuyin was probably known throughout the village.

Lin Yu didn't do anything special; she just told a few gossipy aunties how good Wang Zhian was to Liu Yin, and that's how the news spread.

Neither Wang Zhian nor Liu Yin knew about this.