Poisonous Perfume

Still a sweet, fluffy story.

A story about meeting, parting, and meeting again.

Sister Marika Shaler: This is a bottle of perfume I've specially cursed for him. It'll magnify the love in his heart, and he'll only be able to embrace the person he loves! This is what you get for hurting my sister!

The heroine is timid at first, but later becomes a specialist in transformation.

This is a romance between a (sort-of) Muggle girl and a platinum-haired aristocrat. I'm a doting author, so I won't put the heroine through any torment. So don't hold back on fretting, Lucius! I like Narcissa, and to preserve her image and avoid making things too melodramatic, she's been dead for a long time.

In short, Lucius made a mistake and ended up a pitiful man, unloved by his wife and scorned by his children.

Excerpt:

Her words left Lucius at a loss. He knew Fei'er hadn't forgiven him yet and didn't want to acknowledge him, but he believed that as long as he tried hard enough, he could win back the beautiful lady's forgiveness! As for that fiancé, hmph, who did he think he was? Flames roared behind Lucius. (It's not going to be that easy, Lucius! If it were that easy, what would be the point of writing this?)

Sure enough, Fei'er's next words drenched the impassioned Lucius in a bucket of ice-cold water.

"I may have amnesia, but don't think you can fool me! You creepy old man!" As long as he wasn't a debt collector, that was fine. She just wanted this creepy old man to leave her alone. Otherwise, she didn't care if he was Draco's father!

'I've got amnesia, I've got amnesia, I've got amnesia, I've got amnesia??????????' 'Creepy old man, creepy old man, creepy old man, creepy old man?????????' After taking enough blows, you get used to them. Lucius gazed up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, bright and melancholic. I'm a creepy old man!

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