Reese was only wearing a bra on her upper body; her head was half stuck in a turtleneck sweater, with her injured arm also trapped inside, looking somewhat comical.
With her arms raised, the creamy white twins could no longer be contained in the bra, half-exposed, squeezing out an alluring crevice.
The half-exposed waist was fair and slender.
Reese turned her face, looking at Oliver standing in a daze by the door, and couldn't help but frown.
"What are you standing there for? Help me out, I'm stuck!"
"Oh!"
Oliver came back to his senses, stepped forward cautiously, and gently pulled down her sweater to cover her waist, carefully rescuing her injured arm, and then tidied her clothes properly.
His movements were exceptionally gentle, especially cautious, and throughout the entire dressing process, his fingers didn't directly touch her skin at all.
