"Nothing, I want to give it to you." He lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze, as if he was afraid that she would return the thing.

She had always been his king, with or without that contract.

"I volunteered."

Since then, marriages, funerals, births, old age, sickness and death, have all been left to her words.

......

Chapter 80 of "The Fragrance of Clothes Stained with Rain and Dew" Can't Men Control Themselves? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!