Ziran is a war slave born with war weapons and belongs to the princess
The princess who kissed Ziran quietly was about to stand up when Ziran turned over and pinned her down. "Princess, do you want to eat the King's meal?"
The princess's face was as red as a grilled shrimp
Facial paralysis subordinate attack × gentle princess suffer
Note: This article is in the first person
This is just a dream of mine