Zhong Lingling stared at Xiang Yimo as if she were looking at a monster, her gaze incredibly complex.
What kind of constitution does Xiang Yimo have? How could this be?
Xiang Yimo frowned slightly and roared, "Stupid woman, can't you be more civilized!"
It was only then that Zhong Lingling realized what she had done. She had torn the sleeves of Xiang Yimo's clothes on both sides, leaving Xiang Family's Third Young Master wearing a shirt with both arms ripped open. The tattered cloth hung from his arms, revealing his perfectly sculpted skin which felt absurdly comical.
Zhong Lingling felt somewhat apologetic!
How unrefined and boorish was she to be able to tear such good material?
Just because, her curiosity had been too overwhelming. "Why are there no injuries on your arms?"
After Zhong Lingling asked the question, she felt her waist being tightly embraced by Xiang Yimo.
The breathing of the two was nearly in sync.
