"Remember to throw it away later!"
Zhu Yanjiao's face turned fiercely red.
Being seen by a strange man, my body, and now in his hand squeezing the underwear I had changed out of, soaked with enticing liquid, it was overwhelmingly shameful for her.
After speaking, she bowed her head and pushed the door open to leave.
There was rustling for a while, along with the sound of a hairdryer, accompanied by her conversation with the woman outside. Only after they had left did I dare to go out.
Squeezing the lace underwear in my hand, the side that had touched Peach Garden was still covered with a lot of sticky liquid – it was her seductive bodily fluid, and probably some urine that had leaked out, too.
I didn't smell it, just squeezed it and took a closer look, before finally throwing it into the trash bin nearby.
Although there was no further development, I was already very satisfied with such contact.
