꽃이 삼킨 짐승

“Your smile is lovely, Iris. I want to swallow it whole so much.”

Iris, who was called the Duke of Whittle’s flower, in fact lived and died like a weed that had grown in hell.

For the life that she had gained again, she had approached Keivrand, a fiery and beastly man, to use for the sake of living a comfortable life.

“Let’s try and see if you can make me hot? I don’t know if that’s possible.”

A fairytale of a proud woman and a beast.