Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
Amelia knew she was strange, but she couldn't help but lightly bite his neck, his scent soothing some of her nightmares.
My mind became much clearer.
He looked at her as her light bite stained his usually sickly pale face with other colors.
Amelia chuckled softly, feeling inexplicably that this person was wearing a black suit and a white shirt.
Such an exquisite and unparalleled appearance should have been adorned in a blood-red robe, that's what truly stunning.
Amelia seemed to feel that this idea was somewhat familiar.
She suddenly had extra fragments of memories, so she raised one...
Have you raised? Amelia thought for a moment, it seemed absurd, hmm, it shouldn't be her.