Chapter 177: What’s your type?
Chapter Hundred-Seventy-Seven – What is your type?
Darren walked up to them. "I must’ve sinned so greatly against the Moon Goddess, that I have to put up with this."
The two unsuspecting gropers didn’t realize his presence, till a plank fell on their heads.
The Prince Kiad held the maiden that lowered her head in pain. "Da-Darren?"
"Kindly get the hell out, your highness," Darren said politely, taking his eyes to the maid’s bare body, "with her."
The Prince let go of the maid, who quickly wore her clothes, but didn’t leave their presence. Prince Kiad took his shirt down, covering his hickey filled abs.
A humorous expression was on his face. "Darren, are you sure you want her to leave? She’s quite good, you know. She told me you never touched her."
Was he supposed to? Darren got into his room but the Prince followed, asking. "Is she not your type?"
Darren tried pouring tea, from the kettle, into a cup, but it was empty. He groaned, dropping the kettle.
The maid came in to help refill it but Darren glared at her. "Didn’t I say to get out?"
The maid shivered then hurried out. Prince Kiad nodded, "She definitely isn’t your type. What’s your type then?"
Darren poured water from the water kettle into his cup. "Leave me alone, your highness. I should’ve known her scanty dressing meant something."