"Why did you stop?" Leng Yixiu asked.
"The front, you can wipe it yourself."
"I'm injured now, I can't exert force with my hands. As the saying goes, if you help someone, help them to the end. You can't just do things halfway and then give up, right?" The man turned his face slightly, saw the unusual blush on Shi Yi's face, then moved closer and slowly asked, "You wouldn't be shy, would you?"
"Shy? Hehehe… Which eye of yours saw me being shy?" Shi Yi laughed a few times, refusing to show weakness, "Wipe the front if you want, it's no big deal."
When Shi Yi stood in front of the man, almost touching Leng Yixiu, she then belatedly realized that she had probably fallen for Leng Yixiu's trick.
However, it was too late to regret it now. She could only bite the bullet, reach out her hand, and vigorously wipe the man's chest skin.
