No matter how much preparation was made, no matter how many plans were laid out, they all seemed insignificant when faced with an east wind descending upon Red Cliffs—everything came at them so suddenly, so surreally, that it was almost too much to take in.
The Prince's gaze clung desperately to Cinderella's legs beside Mr. Su Bai,
obsession,
madness,
impatience,
all of it was starkly written across the Prince's face. Right now, he really wasn't much different from a pervert on a Japanese subway, the only thing missing was the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Anle's eyes widened, Gu Yuzhong's breathing tightened, Lanse and Nuowa also wore faces of disbelief, while the two other Western audience members had expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Could it really be that this man's bet was right,
that the Prince had such a low resistance to fishnets?
Did fishnets really possess such terrifying charm?
