"Tick tock."
Dark red blood beads hit the gold brick along the edge of Xipa. Su Yao was sitting on the wedding bed, the silver needle on his fingertips had pierced the palm of his hand.
"I heard that this is the thirteenth bride given to me by the royal brother?" The cold sharp blade opened the hijab, and the man's heavy breathing with the strong smell of blood approached instantly.
She didn't hide, because Tongxin Gu had already penetrated through his tiger's mouth.
Push the time forward half an hour. In this wedding room, which was so stuffy and hot that not even a breath of wind could penetrate, Su Yao's stomach was convulsing spasmodically due to the twelve hours of water shortage. The phoenix crown, which was said to be inlaid with ninety-nine eastern pearls, pressed so heavily on her cervical spine that her back molars almost broke.
