When the cowardly princess tore off her disguise and pressed her into the dragon-pattern brocade quilt, Cen Susu was shocked to realize that there were sharp fangs hidden under the gentle skin. Aiqing has taught me so much... That man bit the cinnabar on her neck. Now it's time to learn how to be offended by the following.
Cen Susu's fingertips dug into the brocade quilt, and the dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread hurt her. She suddenly remembered those deliberately created encounters - the tea cup that was accidentally knocked down in the imperial garden, the ink marks that rubbed against her sleeves in the library, it turned out that they were all carefully woven nets. The princess's lips wandered along her neckline, and she placed a burning kiss on the mark that was once called a witch: The Master of the State always said that I am like a rabbit... In the sound of the hosta falling to the ground and shattering, she heard the other party laughing in her ears, but if the rabbit is anxious, it will bite the hunter's throat.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
