The coffin had disappeared when the God of night woke up from his coma.

Where did the great king go and what he did to her when she was unconscious, the night God was not very concerned.

The fragrance of mint left between her mouth and teeth made it easy for her to guess what she had been fed by the king in a coma.

What good things can the king feed her?

It's nothing more than a poison to make her miserable than a pink lady.

She doesn't care.

Even at the next moment, a layer of black hair suddenly grows on the delicate body, the flower-like face protrudes...