"No regrets." She uttered these three words and then changed the topic: "Does it still hurt?"
"First time, of course it hurts," he replied.
"..." What? How can he talk about such dirty things so casually? And without blushing or heart racing, "Crown Prince, you've... lost your morals."
She showed a look of disdain.
He smirked: "Am I ugly?" That disdainful look, glaring at him, still glaring!
After saying that, the man suddenly turned his gaze and looked at Harry North, asking in a deep voice: "Harry, am I very ugly?"
Harry was stunned, a chill ran down his spine, and he immediately concurred: "Crown Prince, you're not ugly at all! Super handsome! Super manly! Drop-dead gorgeous!"
No choice, Harry had a strong will to survive.
