[Ancient Essay] She is a hostage princess sent by the enemy country, the sweetheart of her good brother, and the thorn in his side. He is also his favorite.
Regardless of everything, he seized her with force and finally welcomed her into his house.
On the wedding night, she held the wine and waited for him quietly with her bare feet. The eyes are moving and the eyebrows are picturesque.
His eyes were blazing, and he was already confused without sitting in his arms.
This was her beauty trap, and he knew it. Otherwise, he would not have lost his country and his family, would not have been forced into the desert by her, nor would he have been trapped in the quicksand, struggling to survive among the bones.
Five years later, he came to her country and became a very popular minister. His personality changed drastically and he became surly and surly.
The neck of the woman given to him by the king was broken by his own hands. From then on, he became notorious and no one dared to offend her.
It was her again, stumbling into his arms and asking him if he would marry her.
There was sarcasm and an invisible hint of loneliness on his lips, and after a moment, he nodded in agreement.
In the wedding night, he wanted to see what level she could achieve this time. Should I trick him into drinking a glass of poisoned wine or stab him unprepared?
But without thinking, she gingerly blew the wedding candle and reached out to pull his belt.
(The male and female protagonists are both pure, HE. The female hurts the male in the early stage, and the male abuses the female in the later stage. Overall, it is sweet but sad.)
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