That ancient court noble's face leaned down, a creepy smile hanging from the corners of his mouth. A massive oppressive weight, accompanied by a thick sense of dread, rushed over, pinning Ryoma Wakaka against the back of her chair.
Ryoma Wakaka's body trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to sit up, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't muster any strength, feeling like a pile of rotting mud.
"You have scheming ways, you have means, and even more, you know how to make the best of your own advantages... Akana, to be honest, I don't dislike a woman like you." Wang Jiang extended a hand, gently stroking the woman's chin like he was caressing his most favored lover or an obedient cat.
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