Are You Asking This Prince to Act Like a Rogue

Boom...

A tingling sensation buzzed at the tip of her ear. Serena’s body went limp, an involuntary moan slipping out as her face flushed red. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already furious and embarrassed, trying to shove Prince Nolan away and leap out of his arms. But Nolan had no intention of letting her go—instead, he only tightened his hold.

"Let go of me. Release me!" Serena twisted and struggled, refusing to cooperate at all.

Being held like this was utterly humiliating. Combined with the words Prince Nolan whispered in her ear and his ambiguous actions, it was enough to make anyone’s thoughts wander.

A beautiful wife in his arms, teasing him like this—if he didn’t react, he’d be a eunuch. But today was not the right time for such things, so Prince Nolan could only let out a frustrated grunt. "You’re really not behaving. Naughty children have to be punished."

Smack—Prince Nolan landed a firm slap on Serena’s buttocks as punishment.

The crisp sound alone proved how hard Prince Nolan had hit her. Serena felt a burning pain on her backside, her anger flaring up even more. "Nolan Dongling, you actually dared to hit me—you bastard!"

To be precise, Serena was furious and mortified. In all her life, no one had ever hit her on the butt before—this was beyond humiliating.

This wasn’t a playful smack—it was a real, angry, disciplinary slap. Serena was both furious and ashamed.

"I’ve never claimed to be a gentleman. You call me a bastard, so a bastard I am. But is that the only insult you know?" Prince Nolan didn’t bother to apologize for the slap—he’d done it, and that was that.