The humble villain

Fang Yao leaned on the couch. Her long fiery red hair fell on her chest, and her bright eyes were soul-stirring. Her suet-like skin, graceful figure, and the light gauze half wrapped added a bit of charm. She was simply a natural beauty. Her beautiful eyes stared at the young man kneeling below. Lin Fan, if you dare to look at me like this again, I will kill you! One month later, "Lin Fan, please don't come over." Three months later, "Lin Fan, why don't you come over." Six months later, "Lin Fan, where are you, I'll find you." Three years later, "Child, this man is your father!" My name is Lin Fan. As a mortal, in this martial arts world, I can only humbly pray for life. But I don't know...