Thinking it over, I silently nodded and handed the showerhead to him.
Dazhuang hugged Huihui's body and, holding the showerhead in one hand, began to wash her diligently.
He was truly meticulous, gently kneading her body with his hands, especially over those peachy curves.
"Hmm…"
As if struck by an intense stimulus in her sleep, Huihui couldn't help but let out a soul-stirring moan.
This stimulated Dazhuang even more.
He seemed to completely ignore my presence, with one arm around Huihui, his other hand reached between her thighs.
With the help of the body wash, his desire was unstoppable.
Standing by, I watched awkwardly, wanting to leave, yet Dazhuang stopped me.
"Sister Qin, don't… don't go, help me hold the showerhead."
I gave a wry smile helplessly; this kid really didn't regard me as an outsider.
Could it be that he wasn't afraid I'd get jealous?
But I couldn't really say much, so I obediently picked up the showerhead.