"Oh? How do you plan to resist, my little beauty?" Song Muyun was intrigued, reaching out to pinch Ah Chen's chin. This little face really made him want to adore it.
"Ah—"
Song Muyun suddenly bent over and screamed, a certain place hurt so much that he started sweating coldly. He looked at Ah Chen in disbelief.
"I will resist." Ah Chen said seriously again, retracting her foot, "Now the Eldest Prince is definitely powerless, you'd better go back and recuperate."
Song Muyun took two steps back and sat down on a chair, his expression cold. He said, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Anyway, coming to this place won't be enjoyable, is being afraid useful? Better to demand some interest before suffering." Ah Chen said casually, and Song Muyun really believed it.
Turns out it's just a dying struggle, it was normal.
Thinking about her future experiences, he sneered, "Without this Prince protecting you, your future will be harder, little beauty, you don't know what you're missing."
