In the past, she was the most well-behaved lady in the capital. She obeyed her father at home and her husband when she got married. She endured the bullying from her mother-in-law. When her father-in-law came to collect the ashes, she didn't dare to say anything. Her husband and his concubines came in one after another, and she welcomed them with a smile. In the end, her parents' family ransacked her and she was thrown into a mass grave. A man rescued her, gave her a stunningly beautiful face, and taught her how to be charming. He said, your parents have taught you to be too warm and pure, and it is better for women to be a little bit bad. The art of foxy charm is the most difficult to learn. She has to practice crying until her tears drip down her cheeks and make her look pitiful. When you practice coquettishness, you will be able to do it at the right time and in the right place, and you will be so coquettish that men cannot find the north. When practicing anger, I practiced saying "You are so bad" thousands of times. After she was released from school, the man asked her to move among various powers, becoming a vixen to disrupt the world and destroy the dynasty. At this time, the Master asked with a bitter look on his face: How many steps does it take for a vixen to become a good woman? She just squatted on the ground, her head resting on the Imperial Master's knees, her long hair trailing down to the ground, a perfect combination of naivety and seduction. She smiled slightly: The slave family could no longer pull back eight horses on the road of vixen.
Not bad and beautiful, ❤🎁
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