The Story of a Stroppy Princess english

That night, the moon was partially hidden in the clouds, like a smile from Yiren, and his face covered Zhu Lips, leaving a dark and silent scene.

Inside the room, the four-cornered crane-shaped copper tube oil lamp exudes faint light, smoke is emitted from the incense burner, and the room is full of fragrance.

A delicate carved bed, a delicate woman lying quietly as if she had fallen asleep.

This woman looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, with beautiful hair, fair complexion, long and raised eyelashes, a small and straight nose bridge, jade-like cheeks, and delicate red lips. Allure beauty.

The door opened, and a man wearing a black gold brocade robe stepped into the room, raised those concealed sharp eyes and looked at the beauty on the bed. The perfect corner of the mouth evoked a sarcastic smile and reached out to explain. Opening his own shirt, slowly backing down, revealing his strong and **** body leaned on the beauty.