I prayed for a good marriage, never expecting to transmigrate into the life of a husband-killing jinx.
On my wedding night, a cold, handsome man had me pinned down, kissing me. I was about to push him away, but when I saw his face, I quietly drew my hand back. It was my first kiss, and with a man who looked like that? Only a fool would push him away.
The prince begs me to touch him, while the Third Prince is willing to be my servant.
Matchmaker God, what kind of fate have you given me? Is it because I prayed to the Three Pure Ones instead?
Oh, well. Two red threads, two men. I want them both~
