Su Meng's half-concealed attitude soon attracted Chen An's attention again, but Chen An quickly realized this and deliberately avoided looking at Su Meng's body, otherwise the flame he had just suppressed would surge up again.
"Why did you come out? Weren't you just washing clothes?"
Seeing Chen An's feigned prudishness, Su Meng understood that he did not dare to do anything to her, so she grasped this point even more. Today, she had set her heart on getting a whiff of a man's scent.
"Eh, these clothes can't be washed directly, they need to be soaked first. Only then will they be cleaner," Su Meng said.
Now it was Chen An's turn to be silent. After several seconds of quiet, Su Meng twisted her waist and sat down on Chen An's bed, the space between them becoming somewhat intimate. As Su Meng sat down, the flesh on her long, soft legs drooped over the edge of the bed, squeezing out delightful curves between her voluptuous thighs.
