Gao Ling's heart ached. "Wushuang, don't worry, the humiliation that we suffer today, I will return it to her a hundredfold in the future."
Mu Wushuang smiled; her smile contained sorrow and pain, and it made Gao Ling's heart ache even more. Similarly, the hate in his heart towards Yun Luofeng became even deeper.
Slap!
Gao Ling lifted his trembling hand, a slap gently landed on Mu Wushuang's face. This slap was like brushing a speck of dust away, completely lacking in strength.
"If you hit her with that strength, I estimate that you won't be stopping for a whole night," Yun Luofeng kindly reminded him.
Hearing Yun Luofeng's words, Mu Wushuang pursed her lips. "Your Highness the Crown Prince, you don't need to take pity on Wushuang. Wushuang isn't afraid of pain nor humiliation."
Gao Ling's heart trembled a bit. When confronted with this beautiful appearance, he really could not bear to strike her.
"Wushuang, apologies."
