C267 A jealous harem a blackened concubine

The night was cool and the cicadas chirped.

A light smoke was wafting through the air. In the pavilion, her back was as if she was a fairy that had been cut off from the rest of the world.

Behind a tree in the dark, a pair of slender white hands were tightly clenched into a fist. His fist could not help but slightly tremble, and one could see the jealousy and the atmosphere around him