A story about crazy criticism, failure to court, and darkening.
Gorgeous dividing line
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In the dark and luxurious bedroom, Mo Linghan saw the low-key ceiling as soon as he opened his eyes. He gently rubbed his forehead. His cold and fragile body was covered with a black robe, making him look more like a god who should not be played with. But he saw chains on his feet. His eyes became colder, and his chest trembled with anger: "Ji Yuzhao, please untie me."
The regent Ji Zimu was playing with the keys in his hand while striding towards Mo Linghan. The low air pressure made him retreat. She held his slender waist with one hand and her magnetic voice became even colder: "I don't understand, please untie me. What should I do if A Ling runs away?"
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The terrifying aura made people feel heartbroken. He lowered his eyes and his dark hair crossed his face. I thought I would live up to the world and live up to you. But he failed in the end. That's all, let him be wild!
The next day, the young Prime Minister Mo Linghan held on to his sore waist and didn't get out of bed all day. He looked at Ji Zimu who was enjoying himself and said in a trembling voice: "Ji Zimu, you are a piece of shit." He looked at the marks on his body and felt like crying without tears.
Not surprisingly, the regent was kicked out to the courtyard. He looked up at the cold moonlight and felt something. This caused the secret guard to sneer and say, "Who is it? Go away and receive the punishment."
"My lord, please spare my life!"
There was a wailing sound.
Concept: The halo of the protagonist is everywhere