"Bang!" Prince Chun Jiu was pushed aside by Luo Qingtong.
"You!"
Before he could lose his temper, Luo Qingtong spoke with a smile, "Prince, such impatience is unseemly."
As she spoke, she sized Prince Chun Jiu up, her smile seductive, "Are you sure you don't need to bathe first, Prince?"
The young man, strikingly handsome, flicked his sleeves with one hand and played with the cyan porcelain cup on the table with the other hand.
His semblance of grinning and frowning at that moment made Prince Chun Jiu feel his body soften.
He wasn't particularly fond of handsome men, only occasionally intrigued when seeing particularly outstanding young boys.
But at this moment, looking at the seductive and beautiful young man in crimson in front of him, Prince Chun Jiu felt that in his presence, all women of the world paled in comparison!
This young man, seemed ethereal and demonic, enchanting and fox-like, truly a sight one couldn't forget once seen.
"Excellent! Bath! Bath!"
