Moyang stabilized his body and looked up at the Yaochi Saintess. Her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, and her expression was filled with shame and anger.
"Uh..."
Moyang lowered his head to look at his right hand. In his panic just now, he seemed to have used too much force and actually ripped off a piece of the Yaochi Saintess's dress. The crucial point was that this piece of clothing fragment seemed to come from the chest area...
Chapter 302