Su Kui wanted to look back to see who the man behind him was, but the man was obviously moving faster, and his big hands covered her eyes unexpectedly, blocking her sight.
"Let me go! Asshole!"
Su Kui's little snow-white face is now flushed red. When did she ever be treated like this, besides not knowing what to do, she was also restrained by the inescapable way.
"Hush—"
The man’s cold fingers wandered across her shoulders, and even the breath he exhaled was cold, "Be quiet, make your voice hoarse, but I will feel distressed—"
"you-"
Su Kui raised her head, the temperature in the hot spring was getting higher and higher, and she was trapped in her broad chest, almost unable to breathe.
Even if she didn't know what the man wanted to do, she felt vaguely in her heart that she would never let him succeed, otherwise, she would lose everything.
Therefore, she struggled desperately.
"Let go of me! Who the hell are you!"
"How did you come in, let go, otherwise I will call someone!"
"Clay, Clay—"
"Tsk, good boy, be quiet," the man pressed her vermilion lips ambiguously, and Su Kui couldn't make a sound instantly.
"Clay will not come to rescue you. In fact, no matter how you yell, no one will come to rescue you. Tonight, you are mine!"
As this overbearing cold low voice fell, a muffled grunt mixed with pain sounded in the hot spring, and then Su Kui felt that the surrounding air had become chaotic, vague, and didn't know where he was.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky was bright, shining on her.
Su Kui moved his sore body, his waist seemed to be crushed by a giant, and he felt that the strength to move his fingers was gone.
She was lying on the shore, her body was cleaned, and she put on a snow-white robe. The gold thread kneaded with gold was finely embroidered with intricate and gorgeous vine patterns. Su Kui discovered that this was not her clothes.
In fact, she hadn't even seen anyone wear this way in the Elf tribe.
Thinking of what the man did to her last night, her eyes were red, her lips biting, she tore off her robe and threw it away fiercely.
"Your Royal Highness, have you slept here all night?"
Klay hurried over, looking worriedly at Su Kui, who had just put on his clothes. There was a faint worry in his pair of different-colored pupils.
Su Kui looked at him abruptly, suddenly stretched out his hand, and slapped it up.
"Snapped-"
The crisp applause returned to the edge of the empty pool, Su Kui's chest was violently up and down, and a hole was broken at the corner of his lips, which was bitten by the man's violence last night.
"Where did you go last night?" she demanded.
The fingers were shaking uncontrollably, why not come to save her! If and if he were there, he wouldn't be powerless and humiliated by that unknown man.
The scene of struggling in the palm of a man all night is like a nightmare.
Clay's face was missed, he didn't raise his hand to press, and even the corners of his lips were broken by his teeth. He just quickly raised his head to see Su Kui's expression. When he saw the ambiguous red marks that could not be covered even in her high-collared robe, there was finally a crack in her calm face.
"His Royal Highness, you—"
"What the hell is going on!" He pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.
"As you can see." Su Kui lowered her eyelashes, her lips trembling slightly, "Sorry, Klay."
She shouldn't be so impulsive.