C74
Compared to the tiger, the fawn was nothing. Even if there was no tiger, the fawn had disappeared into the midst of all the prey. There was nothing special about it.
"Surely His Majesty is thirsty? Imperial Consort Lian's weak and boneless body softly pressed onto the emperor's body, and her delicate white hand gently pressed onto the emperor's wrist. Her breath was like orchids