He turned over and lay down on the bed, but before closing his eyes, he added calmly, "Wash yourself first before coming over. I don't like dirty people."
What kind of thing is that to say?
Yue Mingxuan fumed silently, his anger rising to the top of his head.
However, no matter how much he wanted to yell, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Whenever he faced this dangerous man, the fear always crept into his heart and silenced him completely.
Still, how could this man expect him to serve him in bed?
Yue Mingxuan suddenly caught sight of himself in the mirror.
What a miserable sight he was.
His hair was tangled and leaves were still stuck on his head.
Prince Shang wasn't an ordinary person.
Even though he just a hostage prince, his looks alone were enough to make countless women and men want to climb into his bed.
Someone like that would never have any kind of fantasy about a dirty and messy man like him.
