The Mysterious Evil King Dotes on His Wife and Is Busy

Her clothes are flying. Like a god from the Nine Heavens, but helplessly fell into his hands. His clothes were as white as snow, and his expression was flamboyant and arrogant: "Woman, you will be my master from now on." "Really?" She opened her red lips slightly and smiled evilly: "Then it depends on your ability..." This is a chase between strong men and a collision of emotions. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.