Chen Rongrong's pretty face flushed, her eyes hazy. With her free left hand, she gently lifted her top, revealing a tempting expanse of pale skin to Zhao Dong.
"Rongrong, you... wait..." Zhao Dong started to speak, but she had already used her left hand to undo the clasp behind her back.
Staring at the scene before him, Zhao Dong was completely stunned.
With her face burning, Chen Rongrong gently took Zhao Dong's hand. "Brother Zhao... I want you to feel..."
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Zhao Dong was utterly dumbfounded.
A violent tremor ran through Chen Rongrong's body, and a muffled groan escaped her lips as she collapsed bonelessly onto him. She was naturally stunning and had an excellent figure. Compounded by the alcohol, Zhao Dong's blood was running hot, full of youthful vigor. Such a potent stimulus was immediately too much for him to handle.
Chen Rongrong was also taken aback. She bit her lip, a single tear tracing a path from the corner of her eye. "Brother Zhao, I've decided..."
