It has been several days since he had touched her like this. Thinking of Quan Shifang's gaze upon her, recalling Miluo's flirtation with her, Changtian felt a fire burning within him. At this moment, he wanted to bully her fiercely; yet, this cheeky girl wasn't afraid at all. She giggled twice and reached out with her slender hands to caress his body. Her laughter tickled his heart like feathers, instantly igniting the passion he had been forcefully suppressing.
He still kissed her deeply, forcing her soft tongue to play with his, while his hands were not idle. He gripped the lapels of her top, and with a "rip" tore it in half, exposing the Black Scale Armor underneath. Ning Xiaoxian was groggy, and upon hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and couldn't help but cry out in surprise, but her exclamation was immediately smothered by his lips and tongue, trapping the latter half of her cry in her throat.
The last time he had torn her clothes was a long time ago.
