You’re Going to Die

She sat up and stuck her silver needles into Wang Dachong all over.

Wang Dachong didn't dare speak now that she was silent.

Whether or not she could really cure him, he was willing to let her try.

He thought that he had never seen such a beautiful girl.

However, he also knew very well that she didn't want to be his wife.

She was here to make a deal.

"We don't have much time. So, I have to resort to my least favorite treatment."

Gu Bailu lifted the quilt and closed her eyes, before she stabbed Wang Dachong's genitals on instinct.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed hard.

"Gu Bailu!" Her ears almost split at the deafening voice.

Gu Bailu slowly opened her eyes, and she saw the fury on Feng Qingtian's stiff face.

"Are you done accompanying the beauty, Prince Zi?"

"How did you know?"

"Your fury cannot cover the stink of other women on you."