"Why are you so impatient?" Ding Rongrong pushed the man, but gently.

"I'm afraid you'll regret it later. I'm worried that you are not brave enough." The man teased.

"I won't regret it." Ding Rongrong, inspired by the man’s words, was like a soldier who was about to enter the battlefield.

"You have worn perfume! Naughty!" Ding Rongrong lay down on the man's chest, sniffing the refreshing fragrance.

The man's voice was already hoarse. He tore Ding Rongrong's tight T-shirt and covered her head.

Ding Rongrong was about to faint. She desperately pulled the T-shirt covering her head down, trying to catch her breath. But the T-shirt was getting tighter and tighter. The man ignored her struggles and launched a full-scale and fierce attack on her body.

Ding Rongrong felt as if she was going to die from suffocation and the unfamiliar and intense stimulation on her body.

She twisted her body impatiently and shouted, "I'm almost out of breath. Untie it now!"

Her voice was muffled in the T-shirt, but the man still heard it. He grabbed the bottom of the T-shirt and lifted it up with one hand.

Her neck and head were finally freed. Ding Rongrong gulped to relieve the dizziness in her brain.

But at this moment, with a burst of tearing pain, she called out, "Ouch!"

Before Ding Rongrong could recover from her suffocating dizziness, she was tortured even more by the sudden splitting pain and the indescribable graceful feeling coming along.

She was like a balloon, filled with joyful air, getting fuller, and finally unable to hold on. Her body was blown up into pieces by the joyful air, leaving her floating in the air.