Mo Yang steadied his body and looked up at the Yaochi Saintess, only to see her pretty face as red as a ripe apple, filled with a look of shame and anger.
"Uh..."
Mo Yang 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 dress fragment seemed to be right over the peak of her chest...
Chapter 302