"Then help me with a massage," Zhao Xue said softly.
Wang Dahai hummed in response, smiling gently, observing all her reactions and expressions.
The girl was clearly responding.
She was both shy and desirous.
Wang Dahai was well aware of her psyche, a twenty-year-old girl who probably hadn't avoided watching adult films.
Although she had never really tried anything sexual, she must have heard about it and naturally yearned for it.
Moreover, her body had matured fully and she often comforted herself, indicating a strong physical need.
However, he and she were merely acquaintances, having met only a few times and not very closely.
She still couldn't let go, and was scared.
Wang Dahai precisely grasped her mental activities.
Nevertheless, Wang Dahai could feel that as long as it was not too excessive, it should be fine.
With a guess in mind, Wang Dahai also grasped the right balance.
