"Shangguan Xiu, you're bullying me, stop tearing, stop tearing, don't tear my clothes anymore, if they're torn, I won't have anything to wear..." An Xiaomian's clothes were being torn, she struggled to protect them, but she helplessly watched as Shangguan Xiu used violence and brute force, quickly tearing her clothes to pieces.
She almost had nothing left to wear.
"If they're torn, they're torn. Tomorrow morning, I'll have someone send over hundreds of pieces for you, wear whatever you want!" Shangguan Xiu was overwhelmingly confident, ripping her pajamas apart and throwing them on the floor, promising her she wouldn't be left without clothes.
His woman, Shangguan Xiu's woman, could have any clothes delivered to her doorstep right away—any quantity, any style, any brand she wanted.
So, he tore as he pleased.
