The first time he met Xuan Fengxue, Ling Boxi's soul was marked with the mark of surrender.
Xuan Fengxue was in the wheelchair, with blue streaks on her frosty hair and empty silver eyes, like a cold god.
He took pleasure in teasing Ling Poci, watching him struggle, watching him submit, and watching him gradually sink.
"Does it hurt?" God lowered his eyes and traced his neck with his fingertips.
"Remember this pain," the whisper in my ear was lingering and cold and hollow, "until you no longer feel this pain."
· S Shou, the head of a family who hates strong control, and M Gong, the rebellious heir who is gradually declining
· Dark emotional game, ultimate pulling and taming
· Ancient curses, family secrets, mysterious realm settings
"I sacrifice everything just to carve my own cracks in your eternal frost."
The poisonous curse is deep into the bones, deep love is the final trap, a game of obsession and humiliation, bowing to the misfortune.
[The joy of control lies not only in absolute power, but also in... Precisely plucking the most fragile string, and then listening to the unique vibrato when it is on the verge of breaking. ]
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Small theater
One day, the Crown Prince of the Ling family, who never posted on WeChat Moments, posted an update for the first time, attracting crowds from the upper class circles to watch.
Ling Po's words:
What a nasty scoundrel, he actually made me kneel down to feed him.
Comment area:
Mr. Wang: Which ignorant person dares to make Mr. Ling kneel down? Listen to your brother and quickly find someone who is sensible and obedient.
Ling Boxi replied: It's none of your business, my wife's discipline is my honor, my wife's slap is my seal, and kneeling down to feed him is a gift, do you understand? If you dare to understand, you are finished!
Mr. Wang:...?
Intention: Face yourself directly
