Ninth Prince during his rut was as clingy as ever.
Lora Sharp seemed to have grown accustomed to his clinginess.
She walked over to the bar and poured a cup of hot milk for the fox, pushing it towards him.
"It must be tough, right? Have some milk and rest well."
The ears of Ninth Prince twitched for a moment, then he raised his head, his eyes shimmering with watery light.
"It's the first time someone has said it's tough for me."
"Of course, it's tough. Otherwise, on Alpha Planet, only you would be called War God. Not to mention, what happened today. By the way, why did all those prisoners suddenly die?" Lora Sharp asked.
"They committed suicide. I feel like they had some secrets and were afraid of being discovered by me. So, they chose to die before I returned," Ninth Prince took a sip of hot milk.
In reality, he didn't usually drink hot milk.
He preferred chilled and refreshing liquor.
But today, he suddenly felt that hot milk tasted better.