Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but chuckle at the words; the slim woman was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old.
What exactly was the relationship between these two people?
Just as he was pondering this, Zhou Changsheng spoke up.
"It's been a while since we've had a 'mandarin duck' bath together, let's bathe together."
"Uncle, I'm embarrassed,"
the young woman said shyly.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Which part of your body haven't I touched or seen?"
Zhou Changsheng said in an indifferent tone.
"You go first then, I should take a rest; it's been a long day of work for you,"
the young woman said bashfully.
"I did nothing at work, not tired at all. Come on, let's go together; it's best if we get really clean since we're going to try out a few more tricks today."
Zhou Changsheng said, and pulled the young woman into the bathroom.
The bathroom at Zhou Changsheng's place was enclosed by semi-transparent glass.
