Chapter 41 A Suitable Gift for a Betrothal

"Your Highness, I am just an ordinary woman like a willow tree, unworthy of your favor."Li Chen's palm slid from Liu Sichun's chin, down her neck, and along her shoulder, finally reaching her waist...., unbelievable, goosebumps!Writing ability, it's like gold under the scorching sun. If there is, there is; if not, there isn't. It can't be faked or made up at all. One can tell a person's writing lev...