In the end, the Head of Heaven lazily hugged her, and the sweat on his forehead wet his short and simple black hair.
The man's smell was getting stronger and stronger, which made her more fascinated.
Everything happened in a systematic manner. Xiaoxiao lay in the crook of the Sky Prime Minister's arm and watched him leaning against the headboard and lighting a cigarette.
The billowing smoke made her delicate and beautiful face look even more unreal. She felt as if she had just had a heart-wrenching dream. It was a dream she did not want to wake up from.
She didn't know when she fell in love with this man little by little. She didn't know why and what she loved him. It happened in all the things that should not have happened.
She had no turning back. No matter what was in front of her,
