Wang frantically gnawed at her lips, she only felt that her heart was uncontrollable, beating so fast, and her lips felt hot and painful. She tasted a hint of fishy sweetness.

The king finally let go of her, and lay limply on her chest, panting for air. Now the king is like a defeated rooster, and his voice has softened, as if he is a little overwhelmed, making her heart feel like someone is pinching in the palm of her hand, making her so depressed.

Don't do this again, don't let me, hurt, the king pointed to his heart. He didn't know why, but after she stared at him at the stake, he became more and more interested in her. Later, she hugged him and cried silently, and after that, some subtle changes occurred in his heart, and he became more and more interested in her. This feeling, he can't control.

She left him, and his heart felt like someone had taken it out, so empty. Loneliness to cold, emptiness to pain.

Seeing her hugging the Night Sacrifice, it was like a fire in his heart, burning his heart, so that he had to destroy and kill the Night Sacrifice.

Smoking, no matter how long you smoke, can quit as long as you make up your mind. Only love is loved, love is in the bones, and at the moment of death, it will not be forgotten.

He never knew what he was doing, and he was now in love with her to the point where he couldn't extricate himself. Perhaps, he never realized it.

When he saw the purple rose on the ground today, he was immediately furious. She's all like this, do you want to make her illness worse?' After the anger, his chest began to ache, making him soften unconsciously.

When she heard the king's words, her heart felt like someone had kicked her hard, and it hurt her heart.

Her hand unconsciously touched the king's face, well, I won't be like that anymore.

Slowly, the night was dark, and the voices were quiet.

When she fell asleep, the king got up from her, and took her into the bedding, and fell asleep with her.

As long as tomorrow, she will be able to get rid of the virus, and as long as tomorrow, as soon as she opens her eyes, she sees Wang sitting on the edge of her bed, and on one side of the bed stands the woman who picked her flowers yesterday.

Before the king knelt a man with his head hanging and unable to see clearly, dressed in white, about the same style as hers. She looked curiously, only to find that their expressions were unusually solemn. I didn't even notice her getting up.

The king asked the man who was kneeling on the ground, Deqi, is the medicine ready?' The man on the ground looked a little flustered and lowered his head. I didn't dare to say a word.

The king's face turned pale. Said coldly, I gave you one more day, you haven't made it yet' Wang said, the air instantly dropped by several degrees, and it was a little cold.

The man on the ground shook his head, bent humbly, and said. My king, the ministers, the ministers have medicine, but there is no guarantee that it can cure the illness of the snow concubine, the strangeness of the snow concubine's disease, the ministers, the ministers, the ministers......

When the king heard this, his face became even more ugly, almost going berserk, but he suppressed his anger, lest he go berserk and lose face. You can't even do this little thing, what use do I want you?' The man on the ground bent down, and did not dare to raise his head, waiting for the king to say the next word and punish him.

She looked at it with pity and felt pity for the man on the ground. Suddenly, I began to complain a little about the king.

The man on the ground hadn't finished speaking