CHAPTER 93 (1): PULL CLOTHES APART (2/2)

The hand hooked at her waist suddenly exerted strength and flipped her over. Suddenly, she was the one who was pressed under him, her hand landing on his bare chest.

She could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat against her palm, the heat like a scalding iron on her hand.

Subconsciously, she began to shift her hand away, but it was then tightly secured by Pei Qianhao’s.

A deep and low voice accompanied by a strong oppressive feeling could be heard. “This prince wants to see to what extent you loathe men. Do you detest Beimin’s men, or Nanzhao’s? Or maybe all men…?”

He was interrupted by Su Xi-er. Her eyes looked straight at him, an earnest and solemn emotion overflowing from her gaze. “Prince Hao, if you take liberties with this servant again, I will immediately get down from the horse carriage.”

Pei Qianhao’s pitch-black eyes sized her up carefully, and found that her face was full of seriousness. He couldn’t help but think of what Wu Ling said that morning.

“This woman is pitiful. Not only did she suffer from the nefarious schemes of men at such a young age, the man in question is even from the Pei Family.”

Having had this kind of experience, it’s no wonder that she has such a deep-seated hate of men. It wouldn’t be surprising if she holds onto this trauma for the rest of her life. Forget it, I shouldn’t make things difficult for her this time.

Pei Qianhao released her and leaned against the horse carriage’s wall with his eyes closed. “You were the one who pulled this prince’s clothes apart; take responsibility and help this prince put them back on properly.”

Su Xi-er looked at him. His eyes were shut, and he was breathing lightly.

Slowly inching towards him, she raised her hands before abruptly retracting them upon contacting his clothes, afraid that he would suddenly open his eyes and grab onto her hands.

1. This term is also used to refer to bedroom activities.