My mother spent a lot of money to get my aunt, who is really a rich woman, to agree to let me marry into the Marquis's house.
As soon as I entered Beijing, I followed the scent of the sachet and found my fiancé easily.
But I saw him sucking heavily on my sachet, like a complete drug addict.
How can I be a "thief" when I am a beautiful woman?
It made me feel itchy, so I rushed over and hugged his neck, and leaned in to take a few deep breaths.
He was stunned: "Girl, have you recognized the wrong person?"
I looked at the dark circles under his eyes and sneered: "Cousin, are you not awake yet? Why don't you even recognize your fiancée?"
Intention: guided by love, by your side