"Chen Yang, what are you doing?"
Wang Mengyuan's face flushed, her voice soft, almost coquettish.
She glanced at me, then looked away, parting her legs a bit more, fully revealing the beautiful scenery below to me.
She didn't resist, she was just too shy and nervous. It seemed she had feelings for me, and there was a bit of longing in her heart.
"I'll wipe it for you!"
I said softly, fetching a wet wipe, squatting down, and wiping her delicate landscape.
It was plump and white, with sparse foliage. A gentle press, and it was especially tender; it was a bit cool, causing her to shiver lightly and moan enticingly.
"Hmm! Hmm! So cold! Ah!"
As I moved down, squeezing the wet wipe into her shallow crevice, she shivered even more intensely, and I could clearly see the enticing pinkness within.
It was the ultimate, girlish pink—so tender and so pink!
