Chen Zihan was a little afraid. After all, Ye Fan was known as a homicidal maniac, and she couldn't take him lightly even if he had lost his memory.
Ye Fan was speechless. Was I really such a strange person before I lost my memory? No, that's wrong. I wasn't a strange person, but a man with the bearing of a king. If I could see my own achievements now, I'd be astounded. An ordinary person—no, even a capable person—could never accomplish in a lifetime what I did in just a few short years. That's why I naturally possess a kingly aura.
In any case, Chen Zihan was absolutely not going to give up on him.
Ye Fan took the cup and began to drink. Suddenly, a cockroach scuttled out from under Chen Zihan's feet. She turned around just in time to see it heading straight for her.
"AH! A cockroach!" Chen Zihan screamed.
Ye Fan's ears almost burst from the shriek. It's just a cockroach, what's all the fuss about? He was speechless.
