The beauty's delicate brows furrowed in discomfort. Groggily, she opened her eyes, and the sight of the handsome face hovering right before her sent a jolt of alarm through her.
"Hah—take this!"
A heavy fist landed squarely on the side of the Crown Prince's face that *wasn't* already marked by a slap. The Crown Prince: "…!!"
It nearly sent him to his grave.
"Shen Lang!" he ground out, each word utterly grim and laced with the fury of a gathering storm.
The beauty blinked, her lips trembled… and she started to cry.
"Don't think faking tears will make me spare you."
"…" Hearing this, the beauty's tears flowed even harder. Like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, she trembled and sobbed silently, a truly pitiful sight.
It hurt the Crown Prince to even twitch the corner of his mouth. It was clear just how much force the little woman had used!
He viciously gripped the beauty's delicate wrist and asked through gritted teeth, "…Do we have some kind of grudge?"
