The Empress is a pam

Gritting my teeth, I sat up. Before I could even take in my surroundings, a man's face suddenly appeared in my vision.,That hand had distinct bones, long and beautiful, carrying the pampered air of jade, with a lustrous and fair complexion.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.。