Lend you my arm?
How does one lend an arm?
Wang Dahai couldn't quite grasp the meaning of her words at first.
He blankly reached out his arm, only to watch as Jiang Yiren grabbed it and held it in her embrace.
It was as if she was using his arm as a body pillow, hugging it to her chest.
Her back was facing Dahai, thus with her holding his arm, their posture somewhat resembled Dahai hugging her from behind.
Incredibly ambiguous.
This also resulted in her back pressing almost entirely against Dahai's body.
"Ugh~"
Jiang Yiren suddenly whispered softly, "Your underwear is wet, it's so cold."
"Uh... I just soaked in the hot spring, of course it's wet."
"Then take it off."
"..." Wang Dahai thought he had heard wrong.
After a while, he replied "Oh," and gently took off his underwear.
Some time passed, and Jiang Yiren said, "Take mine off too, it's so uncomfortable being damp."
Wang Dahai felt like his throat was about to start smoking.