Xia Xiyao's mind was still wandering when Wu Xiaoshan had already taken off his pants.
"Sister Yaoyao, we can start now."
Blushing, Xia Xiyao lowered her head once again, shifting her gaze elsewhere in nervousness.
What comforted her was that Wu Xiaoshan then truly began to earnestly help her dry her hair.
"Xiaoshan, thank you."
Touching her dried hair, Xia Xiyao smiled her thanks and then stood up.
Wu Xiaoshan observed Xia Xiyao's shy demeanor, smiled slightly, and also stood up.
The two were already close, and when Wu Xiaoshan stood, they nearly touched each other.
"Sister Yaoyao, you said this morning that whatever a woman can do, you can do. I want to know what else a woman can do,"
Wu Xiaoshan, who had been struggling to control himself for a while, did not beat around the bush, asking her directly.
Hearing this, Xia Xiyao's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
"I..."
