The Seventh Miss, Di

Suddenly, I just felt a tingling sensation on my scalp. Before I could react, the red headdress was yanked off violently and thrown aside, taking the crown with it.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.,"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."。