In the winter of the second year of Zhenghe, the whole hall of Yuxiang Tower in Bianjing held their breath. Xingmu talked about the ring hiding the soul, and the maid in red came on stage and whispered - Miss Li's big day has arrived. I put down "Listen to me next time" and turned around to leave. The whole audience was shouting curses and chased me to the corridor. In the secluded path in the backyard, I held the maid's waist and agreed to go down tonight. When my fingertips were released, a cold light suddenly appeared. It's time to go to Miss Shishi's game.
