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--拥朱羲--
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Xiao Rong, cucu tertua kaisar, lembut dan anggun, pria yang sederhana, dan bergaul dengannya membuat orang merasa seperti angin musim semi.
Jiang Ying juga pernah berpikir demikian.
Hingga suatu hari, dia melihatnya berdiri di gang di antara mayat-mayat dalam genangan darah, memegang pisau berdarah, penuh permusuhan dan ketakutan.
Dia berjalan ke arahnya perlahan dengan pisau di tangannya. Dia pikir dia akan membunuh seseorang untuk membungkamnya, tetapi dia menutupi matanya dengan tangannya yang berlumuran darah, dan berkata dengan lembut, "Hei, bagaimana kalau kamu berpura-pura tidak melihatnya?"
Jiang Ying mengangguk seperti bawang putih yang ditumbuk: "...Baik"
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Suatu hari kemudian, Xiao Rong mengetahui bahwa Jiang Ying dalam bahaya, jadi dia terbang melewati atap dan berjalan melewati tembok, tetapi melihat gadis yang lemah dan sakit, yang memainkan pekerjaan dengan baik, dan bahkan menerbangkan panah tersembunyi ke arahnya.
Jiang Ying menoleh dan bertemu dengan Raja Mingjun yang memegang panah belakangnya dan memiliki mata yang rumit.
Jiang Ying: "..."
Dia menggigit bibirnya dan ragu sejenak, berjalan di depannya, berjingkat dan mencium bibirnya dengan ringan: "Jun Wang, lebih baik berpura-pura tidak melihatnya."
Xiao Rong menatapnya tanpa berkata-kata.
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Synopsis lanjutan 🔜
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📌 Author : 榶酥
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.