After the engagement was broken off, the Crown Prince suddenly plotted against me.
Before Song Yao was reborn, she was born with bad luck.
After her rebirth, she had received the Koi Fish Group's pampering and retirement script. However, she knew that her cousin would take away all her luck and take away her beauty and talent to become the number one beauty in Chang 'an.
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The Crown Prince of the Great Yong Dynasty, Jun Yan, was a savage, stubborn, and perverse man. He was born with the fate of an emperor. If she touched him more, she could use this to help her regain her fate!
Hence, Song Yao decided to go all out.
He decided to get close to this golden branch!
For the first time, she raised her hand in a reserved manner and held the young man's fingertips for the sake of luck.
The Crown Prince's eyes were cold,'Why did she touch my hand? Could she be coveting me?
The second time, she stood on her tiptoes and put all her eggs in one basket for the sake of luck, wrapping her arms around the young man's waist.
The Crown Prince's ears were red,[She's throwing herself into my arms like this. Could it be that she likes me?]
The third time, she had tricked the youth into sleeping with her for the sake of luck.
Prince: Yao Yao really likes me, I can't help but be frivolous!
After regaining her luck, Song Yao ate and ran away, thinking, Don't touch me, I'm the only beauty!
The Crown Prince was speechless. I thought you were coveting my beauty, but you only wanted to take advantage of my luck?
However, since he had already gotten lucky, could he get lucky for a lifetime?
Disgusting Heaven, Disgusting Earth, White Cut, Black Little Craftsman VS Cold, Paranoid, Abstinent Buddha
#Moonlight can also cross the abyss #
Round and round
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