Duanhuang City, Duanhuang Mansion, a small independent ancient style house.
In the room, a young figure was lying on a comfortable big bed.
A young woman in plain clothes was holding a soft wet towel and wiping the man's angular face.
"It's been three days, how long do you want to sleep?"
After wiping the man's face, the woman sat on the edge of the bed, propped up her chin, stared at the man's face, and said to herself.
"She looks really good!"
The woman's peach blossom eyes were full of softness, and the corners of her mouth gently curved into a beautiful curve.
In the past three days, she has been taking care of the man. She stays with him every day and talks to herself, but he always lies in bed.
If the family's miracle doctor hadn't seen the man and said he was still alive, she would have thought he was a dead man.
The man lying on the bed was none other than Yang Chen, who was brought to the Duan Royal Family by Duan Wuya.
"Is he good-looking?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came, and the woman suddenly panicked, with a layer of blush covering her delicate little face.
"Father, you're here, why don't you make any sound?"
The woman looked shy.
"Ha ha......"
The middle-aged man laughed, stared at his daughter with a smile and said, "Yuyan, if I ask you to marry him, will you do it?"
Hearing her father's words, Duan Yuyan blushed even more, lowered her head and said, "I don't even know who he is, and I've never gotten along with him. How can I marry him?"
"That means that if you know who he is and get along with him, as long as you don't reject him, you will be willing to marry him?"
The middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"Father!"
Duan Yuyan suddenly became even more embarrassed, her watery peach blossom eyes were full of shyness: "I'll make you tea!"
Having said that, she seemed to have to leave.
After she left, the middle-aged man sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Yang Chen who was still sleeping, and asked with worry: "Mr. Yang, when will you wake up?"
"The miraculous doctor from the Duan Royal Family has looked at you and said that your physical condition is very good and you shouldn't be still sleeping."
"If I hadn't known who you are, I might have thought you were faking it."
The middle-aged man is none other than the heir to the Duan Royal Family, Duan Wuya.
Three days ago, after he brought Yang Chen to the Duan Royal Family, he placed Yang Chen in this small house and handed Yang Chen over to the care of his daughter Duan Yuyan.
He would come to visit Yang Chen in person every day, but Yang Chen never woke up, which made him a little anxious.
"Father, who is he?"
At this time, Duan Yuyan came over with a cup of fine Longjing, handed the cup to Duan Wuya, and asked.
Duan Wuya's eyes gradually deepened: "He is a legend!"
"legend?"
Duan Yuyan blinked her eyes, feeling a little surprised.
As the Duan Royal Family's number one martial arts genius and the Duan Royal Family's heir, her father is very proud. As a daughter, she knows better than anyone else.
When had Duan Wuya ever praised someone like this? It was a young man who looked to be only twenty-seven or eighty years old.
Duan Wuya said seriously: "My father's martial arts talent ranks among the top three in the history of the Duan Royal Family, but in front of Mr. Yang, my talent is simply rubbish!"
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