C89 Part2

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Someone came in, but she didn't look back, thinking it was the staff of the restaurant who came to clean up the dishes.

"What are you looking at?"

A warm voice curled up from behind, and the warm fragrance of submerged masculine scent rolled around.

Murong Ci tilted her side vigilantly, and said uncomfortably:

"It's nothing. I'm just enjoying the night breeze."

His voice was calm and cold,

"We need to change clothes to get going."

She saw him holding a set of white and green light robes in both hands, knowing that it was for herself, so she took it,

"The Prince Regent can change clothes first, and this Prince will go out first."

"Your Royal Highness seems to be afraid of something."

Murong Yu's words contained a thirty percent of ridicule.

"I...what is there to be afraid of?"

She was guilty, but still straightened her chest,

"I just don't want to hinder the Prince Regent from changing clothes..."

'Why is my tongue so tied?

Did a cat catch my tongue or something?'

He said with a high-tone and solemn voice:

"There are no servants here, so I'll have to bother Your Highness to help me change clothes."

"There are attendants outside...

This Prince is going to call the attendants to help changing your clothes..."

Murong Ci immediately flew out, but was caught by his wrist and couldn't move.

"That attendant is too clumsy, and this King is not used to it."

"This Prince is also clumsy...I've never helped anyone changing clothes..."

"This King remembers that Your Royal Highness has a pair of smooth and delicate hands that are comparable to the delicate hands of a beautiful woman."

She subconsciously withdrew her hand.

Her chest swelled with anger, and fluctuated up and down.

In the past during the war, Murong Yu was often stationed at the border.

'Is he seriously telling me he had a maid at his side to help him change clothes back then, too?

He is deliberately making things difficult for me and wants to humiliate me on purpose!'

However, not only was Murong Ci unable to withdraw her hand, but she was also lifted up, rubbed, and played wantonly.

The thin calluses of his palms gently rubbed her tender hands, with a strange touch and a slight pain.

Murong Ci glared at him and pulled back her hands angrily.

Murong Yu pulled her in, while she pulled out angrily and as she did, suddenly she felt her back numb, completely unable to move.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

she yelled angrily.

"How can this King be ashamed of letting Your Royal Highness help me change clothes?

Or should I help Your Highness to change clothes instead?"

His deep black eyes glowed with evil spirits.

"You!"

She was anxious and was about to collapse,

"This Prince doesn't need anyone's help to get changed !

Quickly unlock the acupoints on me!"

He turned a deaf ear, and his slender fingers pulled away the tie around her slender waist, gently, slowly, intentionally torturing her will.

Immediately, her little face flushed red, anger grew on top of her head, and she said angrily:

"You can't do this!"

'He came for real! This is how he wants to do it?'

Outside of the room, Qin Ruo vaguely heard the shrill voice of His Highness coming from the room.

She wanted to go in, guessing that His Highness was in danger.

However, the subordinate of the Prince Regent was staring at her and she believed that as long as she acted, the expressionless subordinate would have definitely stopped her.

In the private room, Murong Yu's thin red lips evoked an evil and cold arc,

"This King is just changing clothes for Your Highness."

'Heinously evil!'

At this moment, Murong Ci's clenched hands were clearly blue, faintly bulging, and her teeth were also clenched tightly, almost breaking her teeth.

The white robe slipped down, like a white cloud falling from the sky, softly covering their feet.

She couldn't wait for day her gaze would see her sword pierce a few holes in his body.

Murong Yu unbuttoned her moon white inner shirt, with his eyes fixed on her little face.

Her little face was red enough to bleed, and even the ears and neck were stained with the magnificent and beautiful red color like clouds at sunset.

The ripeness and tenderness made him want to take a bite.

The whole process was really like a long and extreme torture, of suffering, humiliating and crashing people's hearts and will.

She glared at him, without blinking, with two clusters of fierce flames burning in her eyes.

However, he turned a blind eye and continue.

Her shirt was now open, revealing the intimate inner robe, but it was not the silky style worn by women.

Her heart was filled with humiliation, anger swam through her limbs, and she bit her lower lips without even realizing it.

She naturally knew his intention,

'Didn't he just want to "see it with his own eyes"...?'

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END of CHAPTER 89 PART 2

.....................to be continued