Luo Jia just looked at her, staring at her with lust.
Just like a poor little animal, about to fall into the hands of a hunter - as long as he is the hunter, the kind of surprise, with a little cruel little abuse, teasing, watching his prey dodge and struggle-
It is a perverted aesthetic lurking in everyone's heart, but it seems even more exciting.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..." Her voice trembled and she was speechless. She was so panicked that she couldn't even realize that the veil in her hand fell to the ground.
Fangfei had no time to regret her terrible outfit, and she just shook her lips desperately, as if she wanted to find a shortcut to survive in the pain.
She bit her lips so red that he suspected that he would bleeding. No, he didn't want to see her ravage so much - that's his own, he must protect her from even the same thing.
A little bit of damage.
He stared at her panic freely, admiring her charming--the heavy makeup was light. Against the backdrop of a simple Taoist robe, half was charming and half dignified, just like an angel and a devil, seducing each other.
His Adam's apple couldn't help but roll and swallowed, as if the miserable green boy who had touched the female body for the first time. He walked over and stretched out his hand...
Fangfei leaned against the wall, unable to give in and unable to escape, and could only watch him, his red eyes-those red eyes seemed to be bleeding, which was something she had never seen before.
A blazing flame.
Even the simple and innocent girl felt a fear she had never experienced before, and was confused and fearful inside her heart - but because she had never experienced it, she never thought that she would have any desire to do something wrong.
On the one hand, fear is secondary.
What she was afraid of was not because of his strange lust, but his bloodthirsty attitude - she was afraid that he would kill herself! Just like when she was chasing herself, she waved her sword. Subconsciously, she never dared to do so
I believe that Luo Jia will let him go, and what he brings to him is not only hurt, but also hurt. Therefore, she never could not believe him, and never be as scruple as before the prince, warm and safe as he was in front of the prince.