Qinhua'er tightly grasped the corner of the god-like man's white clothes, curled up and whispered shiveringly: I love you, don't leave... This sentence attracted the man's cold gaze, which fell on her clasped little hand. The man frowned slightly and tapped his fingers. In an instant, Qinhua'er fell into the man's arms. She found a comfortable position in the man's arms with satisfaction, and fell asleep peacefully with her head resting on her head.
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"She, she turned out to be the king's woman." Everyone saw a white lotus blooming beautifully on that pretty face. They were shocked, shocked, and still shocked. The appearance of the lotus on the forehead represented the king's woman. This "fiery red" symbol that no one knew about, and which everyone thought would never appear, was suddenly printed on the head of a woman who was slow to react.
Looking at the enthusiastic "waiting and watching" of everyone, Huan Qier cursed carelessly: Lord Death, who told you to draw a broken lotus on my aunt's forehead? You can't even wash it off.
Everyone was petrified.