Zhu Dachang, stout as a pig, excitedly and greedily sprawled on top of Mu Anran.
His rough fingers, like cold snakes, instilled fear.
The greasy smell made one nauseous and want to vomit.
She wouldn't end up so pitiful, would she?
She just wanted to save her brother, why was it so hard!
"Help!"
"Save me..."
The young girl's sobbing sounded pitiful and helpless.
But no one around offered a helping hand.
Some were even rubbing their hands in anticipation, waiting for Zhu Dachang to finish before having their turn.
Tears of despair silently rolled down her cheeks.
Mu Anran huddled miserably, wrapping her head in her arms, her body shrunken as small as it could be.
Suddenly—
With a "bang," the door of Prince's private room was violently kicked open from the outside.
Everyone was startled and turned around to see dozens of sunglasses-wearing bodyguards entering in rapid succession, quickly blocking the private room's door.
