In half a month, it will be the wedding between me and my cousin, Cui Anren.
One evening, my cousin got drunk and stealthily sneaked into my room.
He covered my mouth and, with drunken eyes, begged me, "Wanwan, I can't hold back anymore, give yourself to me."
Thinking that we were about to get married soon, I agreed, knowing that this was something we would eventually do.
But the next day, my cousin remorsefully said to me, "Wanwan, I'm going to marry the daughter of a high-ranking official. You can be my concubine."
