My Substitute Bride:

Isn't she just here to marry their Ninth Master She was sent by her family, wasn't she,To put it nicely, a wife is like a sister-in-law. To be blunt, isn't she just a bed warmer,The person behind me slept peacefully, the car lights were dim, but her complexion was as white as jade, with a rosy tinge on her lips, tempting to be captured. The mole beneath her eye, a black teardrop, was irresistible.。