"What, what are you doing."
Yan Jing got startled and pushed his hand away.
"Take off your wet clothes if you don't want to get sick."
"But..."
She was somewhat troubled, as the area was remote, and it was pouring outside. It was just after five, and the sky had already darkened.
There were only two of them in the car, and if she took everything off...
"You'll get sick like this; it will be very troublesome later," Dahai said gravely.
"Then, then you turn around."
"Mhm."
Dahai turned his head, and the sound of rustling reached his ears.
A few minutes later, Yan Jing said, "Do I need to take off my shirt too?"
"Yes."
After a while, she asked, "What about, about my bra?"
"Everything needs to come off, and your skirt too."
"But..."
"It's up to you to decide."
Mr. Wang didn't bother with excessive words.
Yan Jing bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears, looking a bit resentful.
But in the end, she stripped off those things too.
"I'm done," she said quietly.
