The Seventh Miss, Di

Soon, it stopped. Ye Liu Li let out a breath, carefully putting the man down, and started looking for the medicine box.,"Well, we can't consummate the marriage, nor can we interfere with His Royal Highness' wedding night." Sun Dachzhu, the captain of the guards, was a straightforward man.,"The King, of course, is good. It's just that he's tired," her voice was soft, but crisp like a yellow oriole singing, tender and gentle, "Since the King is asleep, let's discuss anything else tomorrow."。