Lin Zhiwei is a rose raised by Huo Tingxiao, the ninth master of the Huo family.
Everyone in the capital knows that the cold and ruthless King of Hell only spoils the little girl into his own flesh and blood. She is the most delicate flower in his glass bottle. She can get the wind if she wants it, and she will never give the moon if she wants stars.
Until she died in the cold night of conspiracy to save him.
Before drowning, I could only hear my step-sister whispering proudly: "The weeds blocking the road have finally been pulled out!"
When she opened her eyes again, Lin Zhiwei was reborn as eighteen years old!
In the luxurious bedroom, Huo Tingxiao came out of the bath half-naked. Water drops rolled down his tight waist and abdomen, and the smell of blood was mixed with the cold fragrance of cedar. He pinched her chin, his eyes as deep as the abyss: "Zhizhi, are you crying on my bed in the middle of the night? Who bullied you?"
The innocence in her previous life was shattered, but in this life she is the black-hearted lotus that returns with thorns!
She suppressed her bone-gnawing hatred, looked at the wound on his arm with wet almond eyes, and gently tugged on his bath towel with her fingertips: "Uncle Jiu... You're bleeding... Does it hurt?" - She wanted to use his overwhelming power to make her enemies pay with blood!
Huo Tingxiao's eyes suddenly darkened.
He saw through the venomous hatred in her eyes, but he loved her well-behaved and wild look even more. He leaned over and bit his ear, declaring the possession that was engraved into his bones:
"My little rose, do whatever you want."
"If the sky falls, Uncle Jiu will hold you up!"
Lin Zhiwei nodded, tears rolling down her face, and she rubbed his palm dependently. When he turned around, he gave a sneer - in this life, the demons and monsters should go to hell!
