Fainted... boarded the pirate ship...
Suddenly feeling a chill on her body, her undergarment was actually torn open? What a joke?!
"That prince... hmm..."
The warmth under the romantic canopy continued without pause.
Seven days and seven nights, they never left the bedroom...
On the eighth day, early morning.
On the bed, Qu Tan'er lazily inspected her own body, new and old kiss marks were everywhere, truly hard to look at.
Was Mo Liancheng this starved and dissatisfied for too long?! Didn't the Eighth Prince Manor have a bunch of women? Were they just decorations?! Damn man, although she felt her body wasn't hers, her soul was, the feeling was still...
For the first time, she felt that her thoughts from seven days ago were a bit naive.
Whose body wasn't hers? At least for now, she didn't feel any part wasn't...
