This was a question that Lance urgently wanted to know.
Qin Chu scratched his head, "The Holy Daughter? I didn't do much, just spent a few wonderful nights together. I will always cherish those moments."
Qin Chu said with a wink, deliberately provoking the prince.
He indeed had spent a few nights with the Holy Daughter, but they hadn't done anything. Most of the time, he had been with Catherine and Violet. Indeed, those were times worth reminiscing.
But, to Lance's ears, it sounded completely different.
Qin Chu could even clearly see the noble prince's pupils continually trembling, his body instantly covered with a layer of ice-white killing aura.
It seemed as if the temperature around them was dropping.
In Lance's mind, images of Qin Chu and Holy Daughter Rose Vesper on the green grasslands, bathed under the silvery moonlight, began to surface, instantly sending his blood boiling to his head.
That image was just too terrible.
Huh?
Why hasn't he made a move yet?
