There are still many shortcomings in this book. I decided to revise it and then write it again. Thank you for your support. Hold on~
Qinlan is a bit contradictory, a bit cold and a bit gentle, with his dual identities as Prince Yinchen and the leader of the Black Bishop.
Han Youran traveled through time inexplicably and was tortured inexplicably. Was it a trick of fate or destiny?
He was once bitten by a snake and had been afraid of well ropes for ten years. His frozen heart now only beats for her.
Just let me lift off your silver mask? Lu Na Na Wu? Dream wet dream? Angry otter?
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In the ice coffin, you have handsome features, like a finely carved sculpture, and your long hair is spread out softly. It is unknown when you will open your eyes.
The man got his wish, but the woman in front of him no longer had any anger, and left with a decisive smile, as if relieved. He thought he wouldn't feel any pain, that was just what he thought. A man will not linger on the love between his children. He only has ambition in his eyes, and women are just his pawns and tools to realize his ambitions. Youran is one of them. He wanted to prove it, and he needed it urgently. He played with the woman between applause, venting himself, and wanted to erase the shadow of beauty in his mind. All the beautiful women in the world belong to him, and the harem can no longer accommodate it, so let's continue to expand it. He forced himself to play the game until he was numb. This was exactly what he wanted, power, country, and beauty. But why does he miss that fragrance when late at night comes, and there is nowhere to escape the heartache. Countless times I wanted to prove myself, but countless times I let myself recognize the truth. Pain spreads, spreads to the soul, numbness, continues to be numb.