In the seventh year after marrying Liu Junzhao, Li Rongqing was reduced to the imperial city with no clothes on her body. Song Jingheng's feather-light fingers traced across her lower abdomen, which was as hot as a fire. In the end, she couldn't bear the humiliation and died in the mud.
In this life, Li Rongqing meets Song Jingheng again.
The banquet was full of guests, and amid the hustle and bustle, she was carried into the room. The man's domineering aura was suppressed, and she pushed gently with her little hand.
"Song Jingheng, don't be like this, my husband will divorce me if he finds out!"
Song Jingheng stared at the woman's blushing face and smiled unconsciously.
"Really, but I see that he seems to be busy!"
After the sound fell, Li Rongqing followed Song Jingheng's eyes and looked over. The man on the brocade, who was lingering and pathos, was not his husband, Liu Junzhao...
Reader comments
How should I put it, the plot of the book is still very good, but the author uses a few inappropriate words and has too many typos. I feel a lot of shame, but overall it looks pretty good.
How should I put it, the plot of the book is still very good, but the author uses a few inappropriate words and has too many typos. I feel a lot of shame, but overall it looks pretty good.