She opened her eyes, and saw the carved red-painted top of the bed. She closed and opened it again, and it was still a gorgeous big bed. Fortunately, she was wearing rich clothes, so she continued to sleep.
PS:
The heroine is very ordinary, she can't recite poetry or make confrontations
I can't even memorize complete pop songs.
Please don't expect her to turn her hands into clouds and turn her hands into rain. . . =.=
——————※ Prequel (the young King Jing and the princess have nothing to do with this article) ※——————
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