After the Heartthrob Kissed the Statue of God [Western Fantasy]

Sylvia was the most deviant princess of the Gwen royal family, so she was sent to the church and taught by Saint An'il. Sylvia hates An Yier, hates her seriousness, hates her uprightness, hates her always indifferent appearance. So her fun became teasing An Er, such as sneaking a sip of her drink when she wasn't paying attention, or taking a bite of her bread and then putting it back into her basin. Until one day, she was once again put into a solitary room by the Pope for making a mistake, and she thought of a good way to insult An Er. Sylvia kissed the statue of the God of Light. This time, she got her wish and saw the collapse of expression on An Yier's face, who came in a hurry. But after that, things seemed to be a little wrong. Why did she always feel a sinister gaze when she communicated with her adoptive brother and Mr. Knight? * The God of Light, An Er, has been a little troubled recently. His little lamb is always very well-behaved, and she always likes to taste his food. This may be a way for her to show her love. But something was different today. In front of him, she raised her eyebrows provocatively, and then put her hands on the chest of the statue. She kissed her idol. An Er's Adam's apple rolled slightly and he let out an unbearable gasp. * Sylvia is beautiful and intelligent. Her golden hair symbolizes the waterfall of light, and her bright eyes represent the leisurely sea. No one doesn't love her. *Female God vs. Tsundere Princess *Probably a heart-throb drama that everyone has a bite of *Comments have been opened *Turn on 50% anti-theft Pre-receipt of the same theme: "Please Don't Pity a God of Love [Western Fantasy]" Angel Lyria was raised by her brother. Her brother was as gentle as jade, as bright as the moon, and had a face that was exactly like the God of Love. But unlike the debauched and playful God of Love, my brother is gentle, innocent, and the best person in the world. Lyria loved him. On a sunny day when all things were born, my brother died in the hands of Roxis, the god of love. ＊ Roxis, the god of love, his skin is the finest beeswax, his curly hair is molten gold, and his spring-like eyes contain the sigh of the starry night. He is the ruler of love, and no one can resist his temptation. As long as they see his appearance, they will easily fall under his beauty and long for his mercy. No one knew that for countless quiet nights, he was locked in a cold stone castle by his angels, humiliated and abused. Roxis hates Lyria. He hated her for playing with him, hugging him, kissing him, making him sink and sink in the abyss of desire, and never being able to leave her again. Roxis hates Lyria. He obviously has the same appearance and the same soul, so why doesn't she love him. Final article: "Return to God's Second Period [Western Fantasy]" Purpose: Love life