Baili Xia still squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her heart pounding chaotically in her chest, almost as if it would burst forth.
Uncle's fingers occasionally touched her, a sensation distinct from the feel of a bath puff against her skin.
That was truly him, the touch of a man's hand...
So hot, it was just a bath, yet instead of feeling refreshed, she was drenched in sweat...
Suddenly, there was a whoosh as the faucet turned on.
The man behind her yanked off his shirt and tossed it casually on the floor.
He was undressing...
The girl standing in front of him panicked even more, her hands grasping the wall and almost curling into fists, her legs trembling slightly, nearly unable to stand.
She bit her lip hard...
But unexpectedly, after he removed his clothes, he did nothing inappropriate to her.
He simply continued to hold the bath puff and scrubbed her body repeatedly.
Thoroughly and genuinely cleaning every part without missing a spot.
