Chapter 6

As Athach spoke, her soft lip, like a feather, gently brushed Conlin's lips.

That kind of tender itching spread all the way from the lip to the bottom of Conlin's heart.

Conlin lost his mind.

At this moment, Athach knee hard.

"Psst!"

Conlin's face changed when he was hit by the crotch, and his hand holding Athach couldn't help but loosen, bending his back and suffering.

"Athach!" Conlin covered his crotch and shouted gnashing his teeth.

He Conlin has never suffered a loss in the hands of others, let alone a woman.

But today he has been beaten by her twice!

Athach had already sat on the sofa, playing with a fork in her hands, and looked up at him indifferently: "I am the only one who can detoxify Mr. Greef. Are you sure you want to kill me?"

This fork was brought by her for self-defense after dinner.

Conlin looked at her coldly: "This is how you detoxify me?"

Athach glanced down, and Conlin's hand still covered her crotch.

It can be seen that her strength just now is heavy.

Athach: "Mr. Greef's mind can be a little purer. When I talk about poison, I don't mean aphrodisiac, but the neurotoxin in your body."

The old man didn't give Conlin's food that kind of poison.

Conlin stood up in pain, and his black eyes looked at Athach.

Athach is not afraid of him, and looked up him: "Your mania, insomnia and dreaminess come from neurotoxins in your body."

"Within a year, if there is no detoxification, you will be dead."

Conlin went up to her and stood in front of Athach, a tall figure like a hill hanging over her.

He condescended and looked at her coldly: "You are not Athach!"

Everyone said that Conlin was crazy and violent from the age of twelve, and he was even judged by the doctor that he could not live beyond twenty-eight.

What outsiders don't know is that Conlin has difficulty falling asleep. Once he falls asleep, he will have nightmares.

It can only be controlled by drugs, but the more drugs are used, the worse the effect will be.

Conlin 's physical condition is getting worse and worse. This time, he hasn't slept for three days.

Therefore, it is a strange thing for Athach to know that he is sleepless but dreamy.

Athach looked up at him, "Does it matter if I can detoxify, right?"

Conlin didn't speak, just looked at her coldly, and his sharp eyes seemed to see through her.

Athach didn't avoid his eyes, she just looked at him calmly.

Her eyes are beautiful. They are standard phoenix eyes, black and white. In this dim light, her eyes are as bright as stars.

Her magnanimity made Conlin believe her words.

But Conlin still questioned her: "The Greef family has searched all over the world for famous doctors, but they can't be cured. You are a dandy young lady who can only keep men in Rochester. Can you cure it?"

Athach looked up at him: "I haven't tried, so Mr. Greef decided that I wouldn't?"

Conlin: "How to try?"

Athach's voice was faint: "I want some medicine and silver needles.. How about I let you have a good sleep without dreaming?"

Conlin stared at Athach coldly. After a long time, he finally nodded, "OK."

There's something about her that makes him trust.

She read the medicine she needed again, and Conlin wrote it down. Conlin remembered the last medicine, and his face turned black.

He looked at her coldly: "Aphrodisiac?"