Wang Jian's strength was now far beyond what Song Tianran could subdue. He lifted her completely off her feet, and standing by the bed, he let her cling to him while he nonchalantly ate a peach. It was a honey peach, incredibly sweet and full of juice. Who wouldn't enjoy one?
Wang Jian hadn't even done anything yet—a single bite was enough for its juice to soak his clothes. Through the fabric, he felt a spreading coolness followed by a damp warmth. He knew this peach was perfectly ripe.
Without a second thought, he grabbed Song Tianran's dress and pulled hard.
With a loud rip, the garment was ruined.
Unlike his own tattered shirt still clinging to his frame, this was the only thing she wore. Wang Jian tossed the ruined dress aside without hesitation.
It was like peeling a peach, revealing its plump flesh, now exposed to the air and ripe for the taking.
"Ah!"
