Bailihe spit out the turbid smell of alcohol, leaned forward slightly, and stared at He Pingting with mocking eyes.
Such an expression made He Pingting feel uncomfortable. For the first time, she felt that this seemingly gentle third prince was so terrifying.
"What did the third prince say? Don't be drunk. Why don't you let Pingting help you to rest!" He Pingting suppressed the fear and disgust in her heart and stepped forward with a smile.
Although it is true that she has a crush on Prince Yao, her current status is that of the third prince-to-be, and such remarks are always not good for her, especially when they come from the mouth of someone who is nominally her future husband.
"Hmph, don't show off in front of this prince like a hypocrite. Do you think I don't know about your thoughts? If it weren't for the fact that you are still somewhat useful, do you think you can still stand here properly?"
At this time, the third prince was already a little drunk, and his words were uncontrollable.
Hearing this, He Pingting's face turned pale instantly. It turned out that he knew everything, so he chose herself.
No, he just said utilization value? So he has always been using himself!
Although He Pingting had no feelings for the third prince, with such an arrogant temperament, how could she endure being used, and taking advantage of her own marriage.
Thinking of He Pingting, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes. Naturally, this trace of hatred did not escape Bailihe who had been staring at her.
Bailihe narrowed his sinister eyes, pinched He Pingting's chin with one hand, and said leisurely.
"What? Not satisfied? Let me tell you, it is an honor for you to be favored by this prince!"
He Pingting was painfully pinched by Bailihe, but her eyes were staring at Bailihe fiercely, thinking that the eldest daughter she was born to be had never been so humiliated.
"What? Are you still thinking about the dead King Yao? Haha... Don't worry, he won't come back! If you are sensible, forget about him as soon as possible and stay by my prince's side. If this prince is in a good mood, I can also reward you with food and clothing!"
Bailihe's eyes were full of jealousy and arrogance, and he pinched He Pingting's face until it turned red. Tears flashed in He Pingting's eyes.
"Let me go!" He Pingting kept struggling, trying to escape from Bailihe's grasp.
"What? I'm useless, my prince? Do you believe or not that I will deal with you now and make you a waste of time?"
Seeing He Pingting's delicate little face shining with tears and struggling stubbornly, Bailihe felt a desire flowing in his body.
I have to say that this He Pingting is countless times more beautiful than those palace ladies. It's a pity that this woman's thoughts are not on him, otherwise he would be willing to give her a lifetime of glory.
When he thought that He Pingting had always been thinking about the person she hated the most, the fire in Bailihe's heart became even more intense!
He directly dragged He Pingting's body and threw her onto the soft couch without any pity!
Although it was a soft couch, He Pingting was still hit hard by this rude move, and she felt as if her waist was about to break.
When she came to her senses, Bailihe started tearing off her clothes. This was when He Pingting really felt the danger.
At this time, Bailihe was like a crazy beast, without reason, desperately pulling on He Pingting's delicate and beautiful skirt.
"What are you going to do? Stop it and let me go!" He Pingting's face changed in shock and she couldn't help but roared.
"What are you doing? Fuck my woman, what do you think you are doing!" Bailihe said with scarlet eyes.
"No, no, you can't do this, let me go! Let me go, help me," He Pingting screamed in fright.
"Why not? You are my princess and fiancée. This is what you should do, isn't it?" Bailihe said with a smile.
Seeing He Pingting who was still beating and struggling and shouting, Bailihe felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart. He said coldly again: "Scream, scream, no one will come to save you even if you break your voice." , do you think it’s still the same now?”
Bailihe laughed almost pervertedly, and that laughter was inexplicably terrifying.
Even He Pingting was so frightened that she stopped talking, but as soon as Bailihe finished speaking, he continued the action he had just done, and actually tore the exquisite embroidered jacket into pieces.
He Pingting screamed again, the sound was extremely cruel. Xiutao, who was waiting outside the tent, also heard her young lady's scream and wanted to rush in anxiously.
However, she was stopped by the guard at the door. Not only was she not allowed to enter, but her movements were also restricted. Now even if she wanted to go to Pan to rescue the soldiers, she couldn't!
"No, no, please let me go, I beg you, I will promise you whatever you want me to do!"
He Pingting was finally frightened and panicked. She could only cry and beg for mercy, her little face covered with tears of humiliation.
She loves King Yao, and she wants to wait for him to come back. She cannot let herself lose her innocence. He will definitely come back and save her.
Knowing this moment, He Pingting still had fantasies about Baili Mochen, fantasizing that he would come back and save her, so she must buy some time for herself.
Unfortunately, her begging for mercy aroused Bailihe's animal nature, and Bailihe fiercely tore off the only thin thread on the pink bellyband.
The piercing pain almost made He Pingting suffocate. In this way, she lost her most precious thing, the thing she tried so hard to preserve.
The pain like tearing her body kept reminding her that everything about her was destroyed in the hands of this beast-like man.
She wanted to escape, but she couldn't. Powerlessness spread in her heart. Holding back the humiliation, He Pingting felt as numb as a dead person.
He Pingting stopped struggling and allowed Bailihe to humiliate her, but Bailihe was still not satisfied with this. He seemed to like watching her struggle in pain.
Bailihe stretched out his hand and pinched out bruises on her body. He Pingting was so painful that she wished she could die now.
But even so, he didn't let him go, and what was even more terrifying was yet to come!
I don't know where Bailihe found a slender soft whip, and slapped it on the ground with a 'snap' sound.
He Pingting suddenly turned her head and looked at the soft whip without daring to express her anger. He was going to...
Before He Pingting could change her thoughts, a hot whip was struck on her back, and a bloody whiplash appeared on her white back.
The hideous wound looked particularly oozing, but in Bailihe's eyes it looked like a magnificent scenery, with a satisfied smile and pleasure on his face.
When the whip was struck, He Pingting let out an extremely shrill scream, and fell heavily to the ground, even briefly fainting.