"What's the matter?"
"Can you come in for a moment?"
Her voice was filled with shyness.
Dahai's mind lightly shook, and with a hoarse voice, he grunted and pushed the door open.
Under the hot water, Xixi stood elegantly, her porcelain-white body like a delicate and beautiful piece of china.
With her back facing Dahai, she said, "I don't have any strength in my hands, can you help me lather the soap?"
"Mmm."
He closed the door and came over, picked up the soap, and lathered a layer of foam on her delicate skin.
The warm water washed away the foam, making her already porcelain-white skin even more tender.
After finishing with her back, he moved on to her arms.
Once he had finished with her arms, she had turned around.
Seeing her firm and full breasts like bamboo shoots in spring, Dahai's throat shifted, gripping the soap as he caressed her front.
As he passed over her breasts, the soft fullness made his spirit tremble lightly.
