"I can do this by myself, do I really need your help for this kind of thing?" Zhao Zhiya glared at me fiercely, then turned to her side and began to wipe the crevice with a wet wipe.
My face turned red all at once, and I felt so embarrassed I wished I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
I had just had a knee-jerk reaction, and it really wasn't appropriate for me to do this kind of thing.
"Alright, come on."
A moment later, Zhao Zhiya discarded the wet wipe.
Dazhuang nodded with satisfaction, then placed his hands back, slowly pressing on the soft flesh above the crevice.
But with this, Zhao Yazhi couldn't take it any longer, her snowy white buttocks twisted continuously, and her legs clamped Dazhuang's arm tightly, with her cries piercingly high.
"Ah! No... don't..."
However, at this time, Dazhuang was not at all concerned with her protest, his fingers kept pressing her sensitive spots.