I Became the Biggest Villain in the Harem

The ancient ink is lightly rubbed with a few fragrances, and the new inkstone bath shines brightly, either vigorously or gracefully, or like a graceful beauty, or like a vigorous and brave warrior, or like the spring breeze blowing in the face of flowers, or like the north wind entering the pass, deep and cold.

A very good book, keep it up

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