The Imperial Concubi

Yun An'an was holding a very long string of candied fruit, at least one meter long.,By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,With a pillow in tow, Bei Chen Lin hurled himself at Yun An An like a weapon, pinning her tightly beneath him.。