Lin An Gently Patted Her Head and Urged Her to Get Sterilized: "Get It Cut Off! Anyone with One Has a Weakness"

Lin An's gaze fell on the tuft of messy hair sticking up from Tang Wuling's head.

After hesitating for a moment, he still reached out and gently patted her little head.

His palm pressed down, and her messy blue hair felt as smooth as silk.

Tang Wuling's body suddenly stiffened.

She raised her head and looked at Lin An with tear-filled eyes.

Then she heard what Lin An said next.

"Actually, sterilization isn't as scary as you imagine."

His tone was as calm as still water.

"Once you're sterilized, you'll find that most of the troubles in this world simply vanish."

"You should know that you're suffering so much now because the pure yang essence within your body keeps flowing from your kidneys, constantly stimulating your emotions and mind, causing you to develop some mistaken feelings toward me."

Tang Wuling's eyes widened.

Before the tears in her large aqua-blue eyes had even dried, they were replaced by an even stronger emotion.

Fear.

Pure, undisguised fear.

Lin An's fingers remained atop her head, gently stroking her hair again and again.

The gesture was so tender it was heartbreaking, yet his words chilled every drop of blood in her body.

"So I still advise you to get the sterilization procedure done as soon as possible. This is a hospital, after all."

Lin An withdrew his hand and looked around at the stark white walls of the intensive care unit.

"If you can erase your own weakness, Gu Yue definitely won't be a match for you when the time comes."

"Isn't she only able to keep you down everywhere because you have desires in your heart?"

He sighed, his tone carrying a meaningful hint of regret.

"Anyone with one has a weakness. Why can't you understand that?"

Tang Wuling stared at him blankly.