The wife of a promin

In the deserted suburbs, a black mansion stood out like a sore thumb. Its dark glass and black exterior...,Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,Reddish-brown long hair, brown eyes, red teeth and white, a delicate baby face full of spirit, without mentioning the age, most people would think she was underage.。