Turning his head, Beitang Yaori looked at the men standing at the door, with a slightly awkward look on their faces.

In India, things like ** are quite obscure. Beitang Yaori's bold and erotic action is undoubtedly a strong stimulation of sight for them.

[Sir, have you seen enough?]

The thin lips raised slightly, and the wicked smile was hung. However, this faint smile at the near-zero degree made the back of the spine chill, as if it was shivering like a sharp knife gently cutting through the skin!

[Have you ever seen...Princess Vidya?]

[Princess Vidya?] Beitang Yaori smiled lightly, and his magnetic voice poured out sexyly. The face that was pressed against his chest was very nervous. While Beitang Yaori was talking, Vidyanuen

Hearing the slight resonance in his chest.

[Yes, Princess Vidya, isn't it here?]

Beitang Yaori rolled up a wet hair of the woman in her arms and put it on her lips to kiss her, and then kissed her ears gently. The deep tongue was depicted along the edge of her red ears, gently

Lick.

The extremely erotic and obscene movements were made by Beitang Yaori.

A sharp flashed at the bottom of the black-stone-like pupils. Beitang Yaori looked at the men in front of him in a daze and swallowed his saliva.

[Brother, no one inside!]

[Let's go!]

One of them searched the small room but couldn't find Vidya's half-person figure. He didn't say anything else. The commander waved his hand and the others left the room.

The commander looked at Beitang Yaori, who was still covered with cold and terrifying smiles on his face.

Raising his hand, the commander pointed to the woman in Beitang Yaori's arms.

[How much does she cost?]

[Rs 500.]

[You made money, she has a good figure, so enjoy it tonight.]

[Thank you, sir.]

The princess in her arms was so angry that she was about to explode!

When everyone left, Vidya pushed Beitang Yaori away.

[Bang--]

Another ruthless and loud slap!

Beitang Yaori touched his face. In the past few days, he had been slapped twice in the face by the arrogant princess.

[500 rupees? Do you think I'm too cheap!]

[Do you want me to say that the woman I hold is our Indian ruby, Princess Vidya?]

[Sharukh, you--]

[I saved the princess twice, and what you rewarded me was a slap?]

[ I--]

[You? Yes, you are a noble princess, and I am just a lowly and humble inferior citizen.]

Beitang Yaori let go of the hand that was holding Vidya, took a step back, and raised his hands over his shoulders.

[I am very sorry, my inferior citizen's hands are dirty.]

[…]

The ironic words left Vidya with no room for refutation.

She is indeed a tall princess, but this arrogant attitude of protecting herself with a stubborn thorn, she just wanted to show that she is not a soft persimmon and can be kneaded by anyone!

She doesn't want to repeat the tragedy of her mother's tragic death!

However, the cruel words "humble and lowly" and "lower citizen" in Beitang Yaori's sentences are like a sharp knife, hitting the pain point she most reluctant to mention.
Chapter completed!