Ye Tianfeng stepped down from the bed and with a sweep of his hand, he grasped the pale-faced Mu Tingting, sneering as he said, "However, since you so desire to serve me, then why shouldn't I indulge you? Today this Princely Heir is in a good mood, so you and Meimei will serve me together."
Mu Tingting's beautiful eyes widened in shock, staring at the familiar handsome face before her.
Was this the man she had loved for so many years, actually asking her to serve him along with another woman?
No, she didn't want this!
"Princely Heir, I beg you, let me go, I implore you," Mu Tingting cried with the allure of rain-drenched pear blossoms, but even her willingness to humble herself couldn't evoke any compassion in this man.
As her clothes were torn from her body piece by piece, Mu Tingting despaired and closed her eyes...
