Quick Wear Peace

After taking a shower, Françoise Caccia's skin looked even more rosy and tender like peach blossoms.

He was wearing red silk pajamas, which highlighted Françoise's curvy figure.

An Ning sighed and thought, comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.

Francinco Ciacci always felt that someone was watching him, but when he looked around, there was no one, only a magic mirror.

Francois Chiacci walked up to An Ning, observed her carefully, and found nothing strange.

"Mirror, mirror, is there anyone else in this room?" Francinco Chiacci suddenly asked.

"No, you are the only one here, my dear queen." An Ning thought about it and realized that she was not a person now, but just a mirror.

"Dear Queen." A strong male voice came from outside.

Francinco Ciacci quickly stood up and went out to greet them.

An Ning saw a mighty and majestic man coming in from outside. He was about 40 years old and had two sets of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

An Ning watched Françoise Caccia salute. The king used his hand to pull Françoise Caccia towards the room. An Ning watched this scene as if it was a scene of the beast and the beauty.

The king sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Françoise Ciacchio with lustful eyes. Françoise Ciacchio lit incense in the room and stroked the king's chest with his slender hands.

After a while, the king's eyes became blurred. He hugged a big pillow, rubbed it, and kissed the pillow with his pouting lips.

Francinco Chiachesco looked at the king coldly, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and sat at the dressing table to admire his own face.

It seemed as if she didn't hear the king's ambiguous voice.

An Ning covered her eyes and didn't want to watch this shocking scene anymore.

Oh my God!

A ray of early morning sunlight shone into the room, and Françoise Cacciasco lay next to the king.

An Ning also saw some red marks on the king's body, which were pinched by Franco Ciacci.

The king opened his eyes and kissed Françoise on the face. Françoise shyly pushed the king's chest.

The maid helped the king change his clothes. As he was getting ready, the king said to Francinco Chiacci, "Get along well with Snow White. She's been a little unhappy lately. Ask her if she has anything bothering her."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Françoise Ciacci sat in front of the dressing mirror and combed his soft hair with a comb.

"Oh my God! Have I discovered some big secret?" An Ning said in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Are you sure there is no problem with the plot?" An Ning asked the system.

The system checked its light screen and found nothing abnormal: "There is nothing wrong with the host."

"Okay." An Ning put her uneasy heart to rest.

Francinco Ciacci finished dressing up and stood in front of An Ning: "Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful person in the world?"

"Of course it's you, my dear queen." An Ning answered again.

Francinco Ciacci nodded with satisfaction and walked out.

"How beautiful must Snow White be to be comparable to the queen?" An Ning said as she looked at Franzia's swaying back.

"You'll know it later," the system answered honestly.