Prince Jing Xiao Heng is a poison-quenching blade.
She had tried it with her life, and it penetrated her heart and soul.
After returning from rebirth, Shen Qingci understood:
This man will burn if he touches it.
She backed away, but he pressed forward step by step.
He raised his hand and tore apart the web she weaved.
The edge she hid was easily broken by him.
She thought there was no solution to this dead end.
Until the murderous intention comes again at the palace banquet, the humiliation and humiliation from the past life follow like a shadow.
Retreat? Shattered to pieces.
Enter? Burning with fire.
That night, she pushed open his study door.
The candlelight flickers and the shadows float.
He was standing high behind the case, his clothes as dark as night, and his eyes like chains, pinning her in place.
With every step closer, the air becomes an inch thinner.
She leaned over and touched his rolling Adam's apple with her blood-stained fingertips, and her breath was hot and intertwined:
"Your Highness..."
"The fatal mine in the East Palace..."
"Would you like to know... Whose heart it is on?"
Reading Guide
1v1, double strength, explosive sexual tension
Revenge and cruelty√ The old enemy becomes a lover√ The ultimate pull√
Heroine: Rebirth of Black Heart Lotus (active hunting)
Male protagonist: The one who controls coldness (leads her into a trap)
——The bookcase is the boundary, and the candlelight is the witness.
She bet her life that he would fall in love with her.
This night, who is the prey, and who is... The willing prisoner?
**Small theater
[Wedding Night·Red Candles Warm the Tent]
Her fingertips were wrapped around the belt of his pajamas in boredom.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist and held it against his throat.
The voice was low and hoarse, a little aggrieved:
"Last time in the study... Wasn't it smooth?"
"Why... Don't you touch it now?"
She: "..." (Silently withdrawing her hands)
He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck: "Qingqing, please stroke again?"
She couldn't bear it anymore: "Xiao Heng! Are you a dog? You didn't even clean up the blood last time!
He chuckled, his breath burning: "Well, your blood... Is very sweet. "
(Bites her fingertip)
"..." (Okay, this mortal enemy is hopeless.)
——Later, everyone in the capital knew that the cold-faced King of Hell, King Jing, had a peculiar quirk:
The princess's fingertips were only allowed to touch his throat.
It has to be... The kind that sees blood
Intent: Amidst the ashes of hatred and fatal attraction, two souls use fate as a chess and desire as a blade to embark on a path of mutual redemption amidst the intrigues and intrigues. This game that begins with calculation will eventually temper the fire of love that is hotter than revenge and deeper than desire, burning away the past and leaving for a new life together.