Pretty face? Who? Wait did he call me pretty face? Like for real? Oh hell no, like I'm done, no one dares calling me like that.

Then that stupid pervert actually checked me out, literally looking up and down smirking to himself, I felt my spine-shivering, that person is definitely trouble like red alert, danger detected, but I can't act too rashly till I get what happened to me and how did I get here.

Not to mention but... this guy is twice my size and I kind of not feeling like being raped or killed so I should approach this like the pro I am, a pro for dealing with a perverted man like him.

And so I smile holding back the row of colorful curses I really wanna yell at him and ask him as nicely as I can… "who the fucking bloody hell are you?" oh and I added a lovely double blink at the end of this for the charming prince affect.

Guess what? By the faces he is making he definitely didn’t like that… ha ha...yep I'm screwed.

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