Alexander Kingsley hadn't reacted yet when that heavy punch struck his face.
Damn, ah.
Man, you are so fierce!
You don't know I like you, and yet you still hit me! Damn it, Alexander Kingsley twitched the corner of his mouth, honestly, he had never seen such a wild man!
Wild and handsome!
Fuck, ah.
So handsome! Has real manliness.
A man should be like this, when he's pissed, he rolls up his sleeves and goes for it!
"Crown Prince, can you behave a bit? You keep going like this, you're gonna die!" He's already lost a lot of blood, even though Alexander Kingsley doesn't know how he got injured... But he knows, the knife went in deep, and very accurately, just a bit away from hitting the heart!
Doesn't the Crown Prince want to live anymore?
Does he want to die!
If he dies, Alexander Kingsley doesn't want to live either.
If both these men die, wouldn't Eva Nightingale and Carla Carr still be the ones to suffer, those two silly women?
