Introducing Concubine’s new book, modern urban lodrama "Black Emperor’s Favor: Devilish President’s Naughty Love"
Preview: That man is a devil, a deeply manipulative demon. In the business world, he is a formidable figure. Privately, he is a perfect scher.
He can turn clouds with a flick of his hand, summon rain with a wave, yet he only wishes to use all his strategies and plots on that woman—the one woman who gives him a sliver of fond mory from the past.
The purpose is singular: to grasp the only warmth and emotion in this world.
But as he hurts her, his own heart tears as well. If, if he knew how to love soone, he wouldn’t let them both get hurt.
But he doesn’t know; he has never loved anyone, nor has anyone ever loved him...
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Mo Ran lay on the luxurious large bed, her whole body aching unbearably, as if every bone were about to fall apart. She stretched out a hand, her slender palm unnaturally pale, exuding a deep morbidity.
Further up, her smooth arm was covered in horrifyingly vivid bruises.
She knew that not only her arm, but her neck, chest, her entire body was covered in marks, as if brutally abused.
She didn’t dare to take a shower, afraid to face her scarred self. She worried that she wouldn’t be able to endure so much pain and would imdiately break down.
Actually, she was already on the brink of collapse. Even without further provocation, she might do sothing foolish.
Her life held no aning anymore. The only thing she could do each day was lie in bed, feeling as if years had passed, and at night, et that devil-like man.
How many days has it been? She couldn’t count.
Regardless, she really angered him, truly angered him.
He didn’t intend to let her go, neither did he plan to let her off easily. So, every day he used the thod she hated most to humiliate her, to torture her.
She had resisted but it was futile. Eventually, numbness set in, leading to her current indifference.
Ti slowly passed, and night was approaching again...
The door was opened, and Mo Ran’s heart clenched violently, closing her eyes in pain. Is today’s punishnt coming again?
The tall, handso man sat down beside her on the bed, gently stroking her face, "Didn’t eat again today?"
She opened her blank eyes, gazing at him without focus.
Truth be told, this man was very perfect in appearance; if judged solely by looks, one might mistake him for an angel.
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