Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

"Can you do anything?"

"I, I can..."

"Sleep with you, can you?"

"Yes, yes..."

Shu Nuan sat on the carriage, his two bloody little hands that were shackled and shackled were scratched together, his head was slightly lowered, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his mind was still buzzing about what he had experienced not long ago.

In the midst of the chaos, she knelt down in front of his horse almost in embarrassment, raised her head and begged him to take her in.

She didn't know who this man was at that time, but she only knew that he led the army of the Northern Kingdom to return in triumph. Behind him was the billowing smoke of gunpowder, and the flag of the Northern Kingdom was flying high in the air.

Like the captured concubines and maids, Shu Nuan was forced to follow behind the team. After a long journey in the ice and snow, his hands and feet had already been scratched by the cold shackles. They all said that after the country was subjugated, these captives would be branded as slaves When the officers and men are rewarded for their meritorious deeds, they will be rewarded to these northern soldiers.

So, on the way of being detained, many prisoners were whispering and discussing to take the initiative to attack, which general would have a better prospect, if they could keep up with a general, even being a concubine would be considered very good If she is sold as a slave, she will never be able to stand up again in this life.

It seems that the country is subjugated, and it is only the country that perishes. In the hearts of these prisoners, there is only fear and uneasiness that has nowhere to live, and hatred is something that they dare not even think about.

When the team finally stopped at a small post station to rest for a while, Shu Nuan ran up to a red horse almost on a rampage, taking advantage of the excuse of urgency, and she didn't dare to look up to see who was on the horse, just like that Kneeling down, Shu Nuan's voice was very broken, as if he would be swallowed by the blizzard if he didn't pay attention, "I beg the general to take Shu Nuan..."

The man had no intention of getting off his horse, so he took a sip of wine very elegantly and calmly. Hearing the movement, he lowered his eyes and condescendingly glanced at the girl crouching under his horse. Kneeling under his horse tremblingly, with his face stuck to the snow, it was obvious that he was very frightened.

It's just that two soldiers came over at this time, and they wanted to take the girl back with a low shout, but they heard Cheng Qianmo speak lightly: "Let her go."

The soldier hesitated for a moment or let him go.

The man saw the girl prostrate on the ground raised her head tremblingly, frost and snow fell on her body, her hair was disheveled, and the cloth on her chest was torn by something, the spring was flickering, and she raised her head piously. Looking at him intently, as if looking at the savior, the pink eyelids were blown red by the cold wind, and the two dark eyes were wet, filled with watery tears, and froze uncomfortably.

But what made Sheng Qianmo interested was a small tear mole in the corner of her right eye.

Although the girl's small face was dirty, her eyes were pretty peach eyes, and there was a tear mole printed under the corner of the eye, which made people want to touch it.

"General save Shu Nuan, Shu Nuan doesn't want to be someone else's slave..."

Her voice was too thin and too broken, like a kite string that was about to be broken by the wind at any time, extremely fragile, but it was very pleasant to listen to, as if the thin water droplets were dripping on my heart and rippling.

Cheng Qianmo reined in his horse, calmly looked down at the girl at his feet, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be my king's slave?"