Three thousand beautiful family: the bounty hunter

The prince ignored Qian Jiangyue's words... instead he gently lifted her clothes...

Humph, you are still acting, let’s see how long you can do it... The prince thought to himself

Qian Jiangyue only wore a lace blouse, which she wore when bungee jumping. After being soaked in the water, most of her spring hair was exposed. The black embroidered bra inside wrapped the voluptuous breasts on her chest, which looked particularly good in the water. Significantly

If the lace panties on the lower body were not blocked by water, they would probably be exposed to the cold-faced prince.

The prince ignored Qian Jiangyue and kept raising his hand to higher places...

Qian Jiangyue panicked. She couldn't even beg him. It was useless to beg him...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there are some things that you cannot force, otherwise you will be unhappy and the effect will not be good." Qian Jiangyue didn't know what she was going to say...

"Ha, let's talk after you use it." The sneer appeared on the corner of the prince's mouth again.

There is not even room for maneuver or negotiation

That sneer made Qian Jiangyue extremely desperate, and she had no hope...

She looked at the prince with confused eyes, at his hands, at the water, at the barrel... Finally, she didn't know where to look.

The prince suddenly used force and tore off Qian Jiangyue's lace shirt.

With a click - the flimsy fabric fell into pieces in the prince's hands.

"Ah--" Qian Jiangyue screamed, covering her chest with both hands, tears pouring out of her eyes...

No one has ever been so rude to her!

My temperament is neither soft nor hard, and I have never done anything immoral. Why did I meet this beast-like prince?

"It is sinful to rape a young girl." Qian Jiangyue felt that her throat was dry and she was almost speechless.

The prince no longer pays attention to her, no matter what she says

There was no mercy or love in the prince's eyes, there was only coldness, as cold as an endless winter night.

He regards the woman in front of him as his own plaything, but as a plaything delivered to his door...

Which woman in this harem is not his plaything...

As long as he wants to, the world is also his plaything...

Tears are the last manifestation of the despair of the weak. They cannot win the slightest sympathy from the enemy.

"My lord, are you a pedophile?"

"Your Majesty, please let me go, I can be a cow or a horse."

As that strong and powerful hand grabbed her shoulder, Qian Jiangyue was already speechless.