Ji Ya's beautiful eyes widened, as this was the first time she had seen such a blunt and simple scene.
This time, the concept of torn clothes had become concrete in her mind.
Her upper body was clad in an open grey thin coat, merely covering her lotus arms, while the white tank top had turned into tattered rags, barely serving to cover the essential parts.
Qiao Lei's expression was full of panic and shame; it was the first time Ji Ya had seen her lose her composure like this.
Indeed, having your clothes ripped in such a manner was enough, but having spectators was key.
"Sorry, sister Qiao Lei, he's my boss..."
Ji Ya suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Qiao Lei, but, compelled by Shen Yuan's lewd power, she could only continue to restrain her.
However, Long Jinghan's mindset differed completely, her eyes even shimmering with envy.
"Why isn't it me who's being restrained?"
