The Poisonous Concubine Who Dominates the World

After eight years of loving the exquisite dice, he was her deepest lovesickness; for eight years of holding the glass comb in his hand, she was his painting heart! He and her were engaged since childhood, and they were childhood sweethearts. They held hands and looked at each other on the pear tree that year, and he said, "When you are old enough, I will welcome you back." She smiled sweetly. One battle, two conspiracies, and eight years of lovesickness. When the beautiful lady comes back, have you ever remembered the promise you made that year? The glazed comb carved by my own hands has not yet put on your red makeup, how dare you forget it? My whole body is covered with wounds, sir, are you still willing to marry me? Eight exquisite dice that penetrate into the blood, and love in the bones, how can you not want to? If we hold hands again, what kind of bloody storm will it be? Pet text one-on-one