On the wedding night, I woke up and turned into an evil matchmaker. The regent, my arch-rival, hugged me and said, "Don't be afraid." Three days later, I supported my waist and went back to the door. I hugged my father's thigh and cried, "Dad, please beat him to death!" He wanted to divorce? I used my backhand to stick to him and feed him coquettishly, teasing the cold-faced King of Hell until his ears turned red. He panicked. It turned out that he had been the one who saved me back then. When the ending was clear, I personally delivered a lunch box to the male protagonist. On the way home, someone held me steady on his back and said, "Madam, we will continue tonight."
