As soon as Zhou Pan opened his eyes, he discovered that he was reborn in the body of an unlucky man who was delicate and frail and was strangled to death by his husband on their wedding night.
I felt like crying without tears.
What made her even more tearful was that the Yuanshen and Immortal Mansion that she was so proud of were sealed by an inexplicable soul-suppressing tower.
The only one who can break the seal is my unlucky husband, so Zhou Wan begins, licking his old face every day, begging for kisses and hugs and holding him high.
Looking at Mu Nanchen with a pitiful look on his face, Zhou Pan gave up his moral integrity and said, "Mr., Come and sleep."
Mu Nanchen resisted the urge to tell her that he had regained consciousness and was held in someone's arms. It seemed that this kind of day of pretending to be stupid was quite good.
Very pretty.