"Take them off!" Yun Shangshu suddenly commanded, standing in front of her.
"What?!" She widened her eyes in surprise, doubting whether her ears had heard wrong.
"Take off the clothes you're wearing!" His voice turned colder.
At the thought that these clothes had been torn by another man, he felt very angry.
His woman, when did it become the turn of a lowly servant to lay hands on her?
It's truly damned!
He shouldn't have easily executed that man; he ought to have made him live in torture!
This time, Ling Rong was certain she hadn't misheard.
He really was asking her to take off her clothes.
But how could she do that? Without clothes, she'd be wearing nothing.
"No!" She stubbornly bit her lip.
Wasn't the humiliation she suffered today enough? If she had to undress in front of him, she'd die of shame.
Yun Shangshu's eyes grew colder.
"Must I do it myself?"
Saying this, he actually moved to help her take them off himself.
"No..."
