"Uh, okay, you can get off now."
"Oh."
Wu Xiaoyu sat up from his body, lifted her beautiful legs, and got off him.
Looking at the tent in his crotch, Wu Xiaoyu's eyes struggled with hesitation and conflict.
Just as Wang Dahai was about to sit up from the sofa, she suddenly asked, "Wang, do you need a massage down there too?"
"Down there?"
Wang Dahai was taken aback by the question.
"Yeah," Wu Xiaoyu tried to keep her composure, speaking in a very ordinary tone, "If it's a massage, then the whole body should be massaged, right? After the upper part, the lower part needs to be massaged too, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does need to be massaged," Wang Dahai followed her logic.
But then he felt something was off.
Upon further thought, he realized he was a man, and she was a woman.
How should this be done?
Wu Xiaoyu then said, "Wang, let me help you with it."
"This... isn't quite appropriate."
"It's okay," Wu Xiaoyu insisted, "I want to learn sooner rather than later."