He pressed her shoulders and stared at her clothes with an admiration. Such pink shirts were chosen by him personally and he liked them. They also had a faint fragrance. She was always so clean.
Her habits.
She closed her eyes and tears fell like rain.
He sighed a long time, leaned down with great affection, and his voice quacked: "My little thing, I really like you."
“…”
Then, those dragon robes, those jade belts, and even the crown suddenly became so inconvenient.
That was the only opportunity, the only opportunity to be unrestrained, bound, and imprisoned by him. She suddenly remembered the dark prison in the temple, and it was also like this, and it was also like this.
A miracle, why haven’t miracles happened yet?
What about the heroes who save beauty? What about the princes who ride white horses?
Where is the prince? Where is Andrei?
At this moment, she suddenly turned over again and almost jumped out of bed.
He was not angry, but laughed. The scorching breath sprayed on her face and hugged her completely: "My little thing... little thing..."
A buzzing sound in her mind, she felt a biting chill in this gorgeously furnished bedroom, as if her life had come to an end.
"Save me, save me..."
"Antlie, save me..."
"Your Highness, save me..."
………………………………………
But no one can hear it! No one is a hero who helps in time
His face changed instantly, and there was a dark and cruel thing in his eyes! Andrey! Prince, this was the name he least wanted to hear at this time. He was angry and laughing all night long.
Angry, no one knows his mood.
The harem was in a strange and vicious way. No one could still laugh like this after driving away his son and sending his concubines away. However, he kept smiling, accepting the bowing of his ministers, smiling and appeaseing General Li, smiling and smiling.
I wish my son many children and grandchildren - no one can understand the coldness behind that smile - the sadness of having to smile!