Impartially, it just hit the forehead corner of his eye socket, and the force was very strong, and soon the forehead of Beitang Yaori oozed a trace of blood.

Beitang Yaori raised his hand and touched it, and his brows furrowed slightly in pain - she was really good at it.

[Shahrukh!] ]

[……]

[If you want to go to Blackwater Prison, I wouldn't mind sending you in tonight!] ]

Blackwater Prison? India's most horrific prison for felons.

She is the daughter of the prime minister, and she only needs one sentence to send him in with enough rights.

Vidia clutched the towel on her chest, her little face full of anger. Ignoring her warnings, and even blatantly eavesdropping on her bathing in the bathroom, it is conceivable that she is in a very bad mood now.

Beitang Flare shrugged in submission: [India's beautiful ruby, I don't think any man would let go of such a good opportunity.] ]

The straightforward and obscene words, coming out of Beitang Yaori's mouth, turned out to be self-evident erotic, and even, justifiable.

Vidia's slightly red face became even angrier again, and just as she grabbed the second teacup and was about to smash it towards Beitang Yaori, Beitang Yaori ran towards Vidia violently.

Flipping over, grabbed her wrist and raised it above her head and pressed it firmly against the wall, her tall body completely covering her little one.

[Shahuk, you-]

[shhh......]

Beitang Yaori made a silent gesture for her.

Vidia then noticed that on the street outside his room, there was the sound of footsteps that resembled an army, but did not look like a well-intentioned one.

Every household on the street was harassed and opened their doors to check, and needless to say, the commotion outside was clearly looking for the missing Princess Vidia.

Vidia frowned, biting her lip tightly with her teeth. It is very likely that the people outside were sent by her sister Kai'Sa to hunt her down, and if she caught her, Vidia would be in a very dangerous situation.

Now, her proud fiancé, Samar Anand, has not returned to China at all!

Beitang Yaori listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, tilted his head slightly, and raised his hand to remove the hairband that bound her hair.

The long wet hair, curled and casually draped down, Beitang Yaori gently combed her with his fingers, and the other hand ran down her smooth back, moved down to her soft waist and buckled it, and slammed against his body.

[Shahrukh, you let me go!] ]

[Princess Vidia, you smell so good.] ]

[You are presumptuous!] ]

[Well, I've been presumptuous too many times anyway and don't mind one more time.] ]

Vidya was slightly stunned, and this sentence ...... Looks like I heard it somewhere not long ago.

Beitang Yaori took advantage of her efforts to control the back of her head with his hand to prevent her from moving, and in the next second, the warm lips were pressed.

Vidia's eyes widened, and the kiss was sudden, strong and irresistible, invading her mouth with recklessness, wantonly encroaching, and tasting the deliciousness.

In the hot kiss, there was a strange and strong desire for desire, Vidia was a little distracted for a while, and the pure masculine atmosphere on the tip of his nose was full of hot and straightforward possessiveness.

This man ......

[Bang Dang ————]

The hot and deep kiss was interrupted by a man who suddenly and unceremoniously kicked the door open.

Beitang Yaori's dark eyes sank, and he completely blocked the beauty in front of him with his tall body, and his big palm clasped her tightly on his chest, blocking her face.