"I am a man!" Rong Yan said in a cold voice, "You are my wife, and it is your duty to fulfill your wife's obligations."

Luo Anning was also angry: "Yes, I am your wife, but don't forget that I am also a pregnant woman!"

"If every pregnant woman refuses sex during the safe period like you, how many men will go out to steal sex?" Rong Yan sneered, speaking out the realistic side.

Luo Anning's blood rushed to the top of her head, and her scalp began to feel numb. Was he threatening her? If she didn't satisfy him, he would go out and have sex?

Is this what you mean?

The anger in her heart grew stronger and stronger. Thinking of his mysophobia, Luo Anning couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Before you married me, Mo Xiyan was your woman, and she would satisfy your needs. So what about the gap period after that? , I don’t believe you didn’t solve it yourself once! You said that every pregnant woman is like me, and there will be many men cheating, cheating, and sex, right? OK, then you go too! I didn’t stop you! There are many women out there begging for your favor, unlike me, who will only reject you!"

Rong Yan sat up slowly and looked at her intently. His dark eyes were so profound that no one could detect his emotions at all.

There was no expression on his handsome face, only his thin lips pressed into a thin line, betraying his annoyance.

Luo Anning was not afraid of him at all, and chuckled: "By the way, how could I forget that you have mysophobia. I'm afraid it's hard for you to accept those women outside."

"No mysophobia!"

Just when Luo An Ning thought he was going to win this argument, Rong Yan coldly uttered four words.

For a moment, she was shocked on the spot.

The smile on her face became a mockery of herself. Look, was she so angry that she had auditory hallucinations? What did he just say?

No mysophobia?

A man who has always had mysophobia and would not allow a stranger to approach a woman three meters away actually says that he has no mysophobia at all?

How ridiculous this is, just like a carrot suddenly telling you that it is actually a white radish, so ridiculous and nonsense.

After being stunned, Luo Anning said in disbelief: "You don't have mysophobia, do you? Okay, then prove it to me."

"This is what you said, don't regret it!" Leng Yan said a word, and without even looking at her, Rong Yan took out the clothes from the closet, quickly changed them, and slammed the door out.

The room suddenly became silent, which was in sharp contrast to the gentleness before.

The empty bedroom, without one person, suddenly felt cold.

Luo Anning looked at the closed door, her thoughts surging, and a voice in her heart asked: Does he really not have mysophobia?

If it is true...then the truth is too terrible.

Don't let strange women get close. Whenever he appears within three meters, there will be bodyguards to clear the place.

It was not uncommon for the outside world to hear that he had mysophobia, and there were so many reports that she naturally believed that this was a fact.

However, if he really doesn't have mysophobia, then how much does he love Mo Xiyan to be able to do this!

For one woman, he kept himself clean and did not mess around with other women. His private life was as pure and clean as a monk.

How much perseverance does he have to do this?

Not daring to think about it anymore, Luo Anning found that the more he delved into it, the more hurtful the answer he got.

That night, there was a biting cold wind outside the window and heavy snowfall. Inside, Luo An was lying quietly, staring at the ceiling intently.

Destined to have a sleepless night.

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