"Mmm mmm mmm..."
"Zzz zzz zzz!"
Sun Zhe devoured greedily, making sound effects, looking utterly fascinated and savoring every moment.
At the same time, his large hands were tearing recklessly.
With the ripping sounds, the luxurious golden dress on Long Youyou's body, made of soft material, turned into pieces of fabric fluttering around, scattered messily on the floor.
In just a short moment, the noble-blooded Dragon Race princess was left with only a pair of sheer white patterned stockings wrapping her waist to her navel.
These were different from ordinary pantyhose; not only were they thin, sheer, and beautiful, but they also had a strong defensive feature.
Sun Zhe tried several times but couldn't tear them at the crotch.
"Your Highness... maybe take them off?"
Reluctantly, he let go, looked up at Long Youyou for her opinion.
