Bab 18: Chapter 18 Pure Manly Toughness

Lian Qiao was startled and turned back, "Is there anything else?"

He frowned slightly and beckoned her with his hand.

After a silent two seconds, Lian Qiao approached the car window.

He leisurely took off a bullet tied with a red string from around his neck, weighed it in his hand, and then stretched it out of the car window to hang around her pale neck.

Her heart jolted, and Lian Qiao grinned like a little ruffian, "Yo, a love token?!"

"Wear it for me properly, and don't take it off," he ordered, grasping her chin firmly, the Crown Prince loomed over her, his deep face betraying no emotion.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand and commanded in a cold voice.

"Drive."

The domineering and wild War God sped away, leaving Lian Qiao standing there, touching the still warm bullet necklace on her neck.

It was his.

Still as hard as ever.

This was a type of hardness unique to real men.

At that moment, something stirred deep in her heart.