It was an era of surging undercurrents and impending storms.
It was an era when smoke was about to rise and war was about to burn.
She is the prime minister of a country.
He is the emperor of an enemy country.
A natural enemy, the angrier she gets, the brighter his smile becomes.
When she is sad, he is happy; when she is happy, he feels uncomfortable all over!
Conspiracies and intrigues? Why bother with those empty ones! Either he was so angry that he burst into smoke, or she was so angry that she had epilepsy!
"I never care about how far the distance is between you and me. What I care about is... You fucking take your paws away and stick so close to me? But?
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