Wang Dahai used the soap twice, washing his body clean, hastily dried his hair, and then rushed back to the room.
Zhao Xue was sitting on the edge of the bed playing with her phone. Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw Wang Dahai wearing only underwear. Her tender face couldn't help but blush, and she subconsciously looked away.
Yet she couldn't help but glance back.
Wang Dahai's physique was really impressive, muscles well-defined and symmetrical, with his eight-pack abs particularly prominent.
Women are as lustful as men; they can't look away from a good body.
She put her phone aside as Wang Dahai came over and sat beside her.
Zhao Xue was very nervous, which Wang Dahai could feel.
"You locked the door,"
"Mhm,"
Wang Dahai went and locked the door, and Zhao Xue added, "Turn your phone to silent."
"Okay,"
He turned his phone to silent and placed it aside.
He waited quietly, wanting to know if she had any more instructions.
"Be gentle later,"
"Mhm!"