"Uncle, is there still something on my face?" Chu Xiaoyao touched her face, looking at Li Yifei with a puzzled expression.
"No, it's all gone. You've wiped it off," Li Yifei replied with a smile, but inside he was secretly relieved that Xiaoyao hadn't caught him sneaking glances at her. Otherwise, that would have been really embarrassing.
Xiaoyao made an "oh" sound and turned her head back to the TV, bursting into laughter again soon after.
It's actually quite understandable to feel this way. What's easily obtained becomes less anticipated, while what's hard to get creates high expectations. Seeing everything undressed leaves nothing more to look forward to, whereas film often builds anticipation, making viewers long for those occasional glimpses.
Li Yifei was feeling just like that. The slight exposure from Xiaoyao had an enormous attraction for him. Even though he kept reminding himself he shouldn't look, he couldn't help but sneak peeks now and then.
