"Die without repentance!"
Mu Xiaoyao completely ran out of patience.
His large hand gave a yank and tore Bei Xier's thin white shirt straight open down the middle.
There was the sharp sound of threads snapping, and a few buttons popped and bounced away.
In an instant, everything was exposed.
Snow‑white skin, made even paler by the contrast with the black little bra.
Bei Xier was completely dumbfounded, her heart entirely flooded with fear.
All she could feel was the despair of life.
...
Now, in the main hall of Wangyue Pavilion, only the Old Madam, Bei Qingyue and Lan were left.
Bei Tianyou had also left for some unknown reason.
Time ticked by; the people they'd sent out had been searching for more than two hours, but there was no progress at all.
Bei Xier, Mu Xiaoyao, and Baili Xia seemed to have vanished into thin air.
In the entire city, there was no sign of them anywhere.
