Chapter 180: Money and Desire, Yan Ziye Fell into a Trap!

  "Get up."

  When he saw the butterfly fluttering at his feet, Yan Ziyuan's heart rose with a strange feeling.

  That's right! It is indeed like this!

  Don't try to make demands on him.

  To get his pity, one should kneel at his feet and thoroughly surrender to him...

  Yan Ziyen's gaze fell on Dieyi's body, she lowered her head, revealing a segment of snow-white nape...

  He suddenly felt a surge of fire raging inside his body!

  He grabbed Butterfly's clothes and pulled her up.

  One hand swept all the jewels off the table onto the floor and pinned Butterfly's dress to the table, nuzzling her neck.

  The sound of golden stones and pearls falling to the ground is so pleasant to hear.

  Her soft and delicate body was what he was most infatuated with.

  His eyes were filled with lust, and a "rip" tore through the clothes on Butterfly's body...

  "Your Highness, the Second Prince! You..."

  Die Yi didn't expect that at this time, Yan Zi Ye would still have such an interest.

  She was first filled with astonishment, her face turned several shades paler.

  But soon, she took the initiative to hook her hands around Yan Ziyuan's neck.

  "How did Your Highness suddenly take a liking to me?"

  "You are a cheap concubine of this prince, and this prince wants you whenever he wants!"

  Yan Ziyan bit out a sentence, but suddenly hugged Die Yi and turned her over, making her back face her.

  She didn't care that she wasn't ready at all.

  "Ah! It hurts! Your Highness!"

  Dieyi had never been treated so crudely by Yuxiang before.

  Tears of grievance really welled up in her eyes.

  "Kneel!" Yan Zi Ye didn't show any mercy, instead he said viciously: "You lowly slave! Kneel before this prince!"

  He couldn't see Butterfly's face, but in his mind, more and more, it became Sheng Jinxiu's appearance!

  "You admire this prince so much!"

  "Say you wish to surrender before this prince!"

  "This prince is indeed the greatest and most powerful man in this world!"

  "You will forever be this prince's lowly slave, whatever this prince wants you to do, you will do."

  "Even if it means kneeling, prostrating yourself, and serving me like a lowly dog!"

  "Shout! You shout it out for this prince!"

  Yan Ziye seemed to have gone mad, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it violently.

  Dieyi was forced to lift her head, and he pinched her neck with his other hand.

  Suffocating feeling, scalp being pulled and tugged in pain, aching all over the body.

  The butterfly's wings were wet with tears.

  Could only follow Yan Ziyuan's meaning, shouting with a trembling voice.

  "Yes! Chī Yī is a lowly slave of the Second Imperial Prince..."

  "Butterfly clothes only admire the second prince, Butterfly clothes..."

  "Shut up!" Yan Ziyan suddenly flew into a rage and treated Die Yi even more cruelly.

  "That's wrong!"

  "You're not Butterfly Clothes! You're just a lowly slave of this prince!"

  "You're not even worthy of having your own name!"

  "Yes, lowly slave... all listen to the Second Prince's words, no matter what the Second Prince wants to do to me, I will gladly accept it..."

  Die Yi doesn't know what's wrong with Yan Ziyen.

  In the past, when they were rolling around on the bed, he had some strange and weird requests.

  But they were all mild, unlike this time, suddenly came so... fierce and violent!

  Is this still the Second Prince she knew who was so gentle and good to her?

  Yiying was forced to endure the torment of the Second Prince while racking her brains.

  But she couldn't think of anything.

  Just as Yan Ziye was about to reach her climax, he suddenly hugged her tightly.

  "Sheng Jin Xiu! This prince wants you, you are this prince's now!"

  "Everything you have belongs to this prince..."