After Zhao Tiezhu finished speaking, Wu Liping couldn't take it anymore. She was like a breached dam, and things were quickly getting out of control.
Without waiting for Zhao Tiezhu to say anything else, Wu Liping pulled her wandering hand out from under Zhao Tiezhu's clothes. Then with both hands, she grabbed Zhao Tiezhu's shirt, and with a twist, there was a ripping sound.
Wu Liping had forcefully torn Zhao Tiezhu's shirt open.
This caused Zhao Tiezhu's face to twitch involuntarily.
Had he known it would turn out this way, he wouldn't have teased her. Now Wu Liping was content, but his shirt was ruined.
How was he going to go outside now?
While Zhao Tiezhu was mourning his shirt, Wu Liping's breath had become very rapid.
"Tiezhu, it hasn't been that long since I last saw you, and I didn't expect you to have learned to be so naughty. Tell me where you think I've been thinking about you!"