Sun Zhe acted as if he heard nothing, continuing to bite hard on that tiny piece of thin silk with his front teeth. He yanked it up and then suddenly jerked his head, instantly causing the sound of tearing fabric to ring out.
This routine of tearing stockings seemed like something he had done a thousand times, appearing unbelievably familiar, truly second nature.
"Ah!"
But at the same time, Gu Lingxue flinched from the pain, unable to hold back a cry.
Sun Zhe seemed careless, ignoring her cries of pain, slowly backing away a little, and upon fixing his gaze, he discovered that the moist and glistening black velvet gorge was completely exposed to the air.
Gu Lingxue's face showed slight anger, and she gave a playful slap on his head, "You're terrible, do you want to kill me with pain?"
Sun Zhe chuckled, casually spitting out the pulled-off curly black velvet from his mouth, then reached out and pressed with his fingertip the shiny red ruby tightly "embedded" below the gorge.
