"Damn it, you asked for this, so don't blame me for being ruthless!" said Lin Mu, suddenly soaring into the air, and the next second, he leapt over her fragrant shoulder.
At this moment, Lin Mu's main goal wasn't to attack Sharapova, but to grab her clothes. As long as he grabbed her clothes and gave them a slight pull, her only small vest would fall apart, exposing everything underneath. How could she continue to entangle if everything was revealed?
A ripping sound echoed as her clothes tore. Sharapova was only focused on guarding against Lin Mu's deadly moves and hadn't expected Lin Mu's fists to be fake. In reality, he was just trying to rip off her clothes!
"Ah..."
Sharapova cried out in surprise and quickly covered up with her hands!
"If you keep pestering me, I'll strip your pants off too. Try me if you don't believe it!" said Lin Mu, although Sharapova's alluring assets in front were tempting, Lin Mu had no interest in admiring them at the moment.
