I'm dressed as the heroine of the ancient sadistic novel, and I'm kneeling in the ice and snow.
The original plot is: After kneeling for three hours, I contracted a cold. My husband came to visit me. I was moved to tears, and then he naturally proposed to take my concubine as his concubine.
Fuck the plot.
I looked at my hands, which were red from the cold, and then at the doggy man in the room who was teasing my concubine, and I only had one thought in my mind -
Whoever likes to act in this sadistic novel, I want to hug the thickest thigh in the whole book: the crazy criticizing prince who will be in power three years later but has not yet completely gone dark.
As for how to hold it?
My eyes lit up as I recalled the details of the original novel: Tomorrow the prince would go to a temple outside the city to pay homage to his deceased mother. The original owner was supposed to be pushed into the water by his concubine and let the dog man save him, and this was the beginning of sadomasochism.
Now I decided: I can go into the water, but I have to let the prince save me.
Long-term meal ticket, here I come!
