"Rip—!"
The ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric suddenly echoed in the cave.
Pieces of invaluable white cloth fluttered through the air like snowflakes.
Since Sun Zhe chose to launch an attack, he would naturally show no mercy.
In fact, his heart was filled with extreme hatred toward the woman who was determined to kill him and leave him crippled.
In just a moment, the handcrafted ethereal white dress on Fang Feijing was torn to shreds by Sun Zhe.
Fragments of cloth scattered across the cold ground, leaving a desolate mess.
She was left with only white silk stockings around her waist and navel, and a delicately patterned thin bra on her upper body.
Sun Zhe knelt beside her, his gaze fiery and his eyes filled with violent madness, like a one-eyed beast about to feast!
The thin bra wrapped tightly around her two creamy, rounded mounds, with two faintly visible protrusions, adding an air of mystery, even more enticing than seeing them uncovered.
