"Can you, can you turn around? Staring at me like that, I... I feel nervous."
Zhang Huan grasped the edge of her panties, just about to pull them down, when she saw that I was staring intently at her and immediately felt embarrassed.
"Oh..."
I agreed, then turned my face to the side, and only after she had taken them off did I turn back around.
"Um... don't look just yet."
As I turned back to approach her, she hastily reached out to cover herself below.
"I'll wipe it for you first."
With that, I walked over.
"I can do it myself."
"Ah..."
I was already prepared, so I didn't mind her resistance much.
I pressed her onto the sofa, making her lift her legs, revealing the mysterious area below.
Her body was actually very clean; after all, she had just taken a shower in the gym.
But for someone with a cleanliness fetish, she still felt uncomfortable inside and had to wipe herself again to be at ease.
I took a hot towel and gently wiped her, bit by bit, with tenderness.