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When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a soft candlelight.
The bright girl with long platinum hair smiled and gently put on the white gauze for him layer by layer.
"Brother, you are really a good person."
He was speechless and his head was swollen with pain. He let the other party play with his body and put on the long silk skirt worn by a woman.
Where is this? Who is she? Why put him in women's clothes?
She was covered with a veil and walked up to the altar surrounded by a group of people. Her hand was held in a warm and cocooned hand.
Words he didn't understand were shouted around him, until someone shouted from the side:
"Holy Queen, Atala God favors us!"
He suddenly realized that he was the protagonist of this wedding.
In front of me is a man with half of his body exposed, handsome and deep features, but exuding a sense of danger.
It was the king he was going to marry.
The powerful and ignorant king is aggressive vs. The mature, scheming and beautiful woman.