Evening.
Sister Xie's home.
In the bathroom, Dong Xuebin held Xie Huilan's two bare thighs as if they were priceless national-treasure porcelain.
Water droplets trickled down Sister Xie's smooth calves.
From outside the curtain, Xie Huilan asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" "Nothing, just looking. Your legs are so sleek." "Hehe, are they?" "Absolutely. So smooth." "They're wet, of course they're smooth."
Dong Xuebin couldn't bear to let go. He deliberately shifted closer to Sister Xie and admired them from top to bottom before slowly taking hold of her beautiful feet. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand, scooped up some Bath Foam from himself, and spread it over her feet, then her calves, then part of the front of her thighs. Dong Xuebin covered them all in bath foam, then examined them as his palm roamed over her legs. The foam grew thicker and thicker, adding a touch of sensuality to her legs. They felt wonderful too—extremely smooth.
She smiled faintly from outside. "Didn't you say you weren't going to wash your Sister Xie?"
"I suddenly felt like it. Is that not allowed?" "It is, but there's no need to wash my thighs, okay?" "Didn't you want to warm yourself up? Then I have to wash all of you."
"...Hehe, thank you." "Why be polite? You can wash me sometime too."
"We'll talk about it later, hehe."
"You only know how to go hehe hehe hehe. 'Talk about it later'? Are you trying to annoy me?"
"Fine, I'll wash you, okay?" Dong Xuebin had never really intended to let Xie Huilan wash his feet. Even if Sister Xie were willing, he couldn't bear to make her do it. As he washed her feet, he bragged, "Marry me and you'll have it made. I massage you,