The Black Madonna

Small theater: The system was charging leisurely. When he saw her, he said calmly, "Why are you here again?" Ruan Jiao bared her teeth and smiled playfully, "According to the routine of normal novels, the traitor has an unharmonious native family, so he should have the white moonlight he dreams of." If she could help her find him earlier, Su Chi might be able to darken more slowly, and he could be happier in the future. The system glanced at her in disbelief and said, "You know more," then shook his head, holding the top of the display screen, and said uncertainly, "His white moonlight has not arrived for a long time. Maybe it's because you, the butterfly, fluttered too hard." Ruan Jiao nodded with deep understanding, held her chin and said, "My purpose in this book is to enable him to develop in an all-round way, morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically. So do I count myself as a little white moonlight?" The system laughed coldly, "That was in the early stages. Later, you set him on the path of regicide to seize the throne." Copywriting: Su Chi endured the humiliation and worked the lowest jobs in Zuihuan Tower, until he suddenly broke into Ruan Jiao in Lin'an City, who no one dared to offend in the slightest. As the person who made her happy, he was gentle and amiable, but his heart was as cold as stone. Until one day, his heart was only open to her, as warm as jade, and he was willing to die for her.