After hearing what I had said, Qian Xiaofeng's expression softened a lot.
She gave me a cold glance, "What does it have to do with you? This is between Dazhuang and me."
"That... Dazhuang, you don't despise me? After all, there's still that stuff from other men left inside me."
The words from Qian Xiaofeng immediately excited Dazhuang, "No problem, I don't mind."
Then, Dazhuang took out a wet wipe and gently cleaned the mysterious liquid away from her.
Probably because the wet wipe was a bit cold, every time it touched her, Qian Xiaofeng would squirm, and from her mouth came soft moans and whimpers.
Finally, after the white liquid had been cleaned away, I noticed that her slit was again covered in droplets.
Dazhuang chuckled, reached to that area, and brushed it with his hand.
"Mmm, so smooth, so tender," he said, nodding in satisfaction.
After that, his fingers probed inside a little.
"Ah..."