The Flower Queen still wanted to argue with righteous indignation, even considering using a table knife across her neck to fight for her chastity and purity, but Ning Yu's one sentence shattered all her distractions.
"I'll go prepare the bridal chamber right away," said the Dowager of Aegean.
After a floral bath, the fragrant bride sat helplessly on the new bed covered in embroidery, her head dizzy as if she'd stepped into the clouds.
Like a crab, Richard walked sideways, holding a silver tray, swaying his body into the bridal chamber.
"Pray," Richard charged like a robust black bear at two white lambs, grinning ferociously as he pounced.
The next morning, after snow, the sky cleared. The newly rain-nourished Donau Wasteland was draped in silver, extraordinarily enchanting.
