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A story of time-travel. Sly and cunning, she unexpectedly became a sickly noble lady whose fiancé is merciless and demotes her to a lowly concubine. She sneers and bravely breaks off the engagement. To hell with s*umbags, marry heirs to lords, blind the courts with her brilliance.
But, my Lord, we agreed that we are only partnering to scheme against others, when did you start to treat acting as real? Hey, hey, don’t touch me.
The Lord smiled slyly, “Your hands are too cold, let me help you warm them… Your feet are cold too, let me help you warm them.”
“Why don’t you just say that my whole body is cold and you need to warm it all up”, Murong Xue said indignantly.
The Lord nodded, “Good idea!”
Murong Xue – speechless. Hey hey hey, where, where are you putting your hands?
