Xu Xixi was taken aback by his words, and immediately two patches of sunset clouds flew onto her cheeks, as she spat softly, "Don't!"
She grabbed the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and crouched in front of the toilet, washing her body, but Wang Dahai's words still echoed in her mind.
Wang Dahai's one hand passed under Yan Jing's clean armpit, the other supporting her shoulder.
With just a slight move forward, his hands could touch that proud and tender softness.
But he restrained himself.
It wasn't that he was such a gentleman, but simply because Xu Xixi was here.
He could flirt and take advantage of Xu Xixi, and that was fine.
But to take advantage of a drunk woman who was unconscious in front of her, that would be too much.
Not to mention that Xu Xixi would look down on him, he would look down on himself.
So even if he couldn't control his physical reaction, he still strictly held back in his actions.