Transporting back in time, she almost met her death because of a bowl of heart blood! What’s worse, the playboy and the basic b*tch tortured her together, not only her body, but also her heart, and they even tried to refine her into medication to cure the basic b*tch. Damn it! I’m a sleeping tiger, not a sick cat! Fighting the playboy and getting back at the basic b*tch, I’ll make them know who I am step by step. But... why does the His Royal Highness climbs onto my bed every night?
<br><br>(Source: WebComics)

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