Duan Xiangning had never been so sad. No matter how she gritted her teeth, she could not stop her tears flowing.

All that Li Nan did to her would only feel romantic if she was in her boudoir. She would imitate the fur pockets that were played only by the local heroes and prostitutes in the Jin Dynasty. It would make people tremble and feel dizzy if she thought about it.

But Li Nan did this not in her boudoir, but in the living room of the Lujia family, in front of her brother, Crown Prince Duan.

When the same action is put in different places, the nature changes completely....