Seeing his own masterpiece, Zhang Ziwen's old face turned red, and he said sheepishly, "Sorry... let me clean that up for you..." Having said that, he grabbed a paper towel, hoping to cover up the evidence.
"I'll do it myself..." He Li snatched the paper towel away, in broad daylight, having a little pervert like him wipe down there, she truly couldn't face it.
As He Li cleaned, she grumbled. The marks on her pantyhose were half-gone, but the stains on her transparent little panties were not so easy to remove. The more she wiped, the clearer they became. Damn it, how could there be so many? He Li couldn't get them completely clean and looked at Zhang Ziwen, who couldn't help much. Her hand itched with the urge to twist him; he was the cause of this mess, and now look, how was she supposed to go out?
