After getting Ding Ling dressed, Ren Feifan nonchalantly retrieved a piece of clothing from the mysterious space and put it on one-handedly.
Right now, Ding Ling felt that she was at peak embarrassment!
Ren Feifan's strong hand directly pressed against her head, preventing her from lifting it even a bit.
The crucial point was that this gesture brought her face even closer to his crotch!
Although it wasn't quite right, she knew that Ren Feifan was protecting her.
Sheesh! Who would've known that this material of clothing rips so easily!
Is this supposed to be a brand name?
Suddenly, Ding Ling's head was throbbing!
This... didn't seem to be due to the clothing!
It seemed like something had just popped out from her chest!
She lowered her gaze and was shocked to find out that her constant area of insecurity—her flat chest—had vanished, replaced by a surging bosom.
She widened her eyes. This... has... has it really gotten bigger!
Could it be the effect of that elixir?
