In his pants?
Wang Dahai followed her gaze and couldn't help but want to laugh.
This girl really knew how to play a part.
Clearly a wild one, yet pretending to be pure.
But he did not expose her, casually saying, "What do you think it is?"
"How would I know? I don't know what you've got in your pants."
"Want to know?"
"Not really."
"Then keep quiet, and I'll leave after giving you a massage."
Zhao Xue, feeling snubbed, snorted lightly, fell silent, and just kept her eyes on his tent.
While she was gazing at him, Wang Dahai suddenly asked, "Should I massage the lower area too?"
"Oh, sure." Zhao Xue unconsciously responded.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Wang Dahai had already grabbed her waist.
Her waist was very sensitive, with Dahai's big hands nearly encompassing it completely as he pushed down from her belly button.
Each push tingled her all over, like electrotherapy, again and again stimulating her, creating a wave of warmth in her lower abdomen.
