"Then let me wipe it for you. It's uncomfortable to wear wet clothes. Why don't you take them off too, otherwise they will get wet again after you wipe them dry." Jianshu suggested to him, and his words were all for his own good.

Gu Mingjing thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "You're right, then I'll take off my clothes."

Having achieved his goal, Jianshu was delighted in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

Gu Mingjing handed the towel to Jianshu and said with gratitude, "Thank you for your help, Shushu."

"It's nothing, you're welcome." Jian Shu quickly took the towel, his face still calm, as if he really didn't feel anything.

But the next second after Gu Mingjing turned his back to her, his expression changed immediately, and he laughed silently, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching the sky.

Eight-pack abs, here I come, waiting for sister’s favor!

However, we still have to take it slow and steady, and not rush things. Everything has to be natural, so that no one can catch us.

Jianshu rubbed Gu Mingjing's back, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right, without any pattern.

From time to time, she would accidentally cross the line, covering the arms, chest, abdomen, and even the entire upper body. There was no place she had not touched.

Sometimes the fingertips brushed across the abdominal muscles, sometimes the back of the hand swept across the chest, sometimes...

But she looked serious and earnest, as if she didn't notice anything.

Gu Mingjing also closed his eyes and opened his hands to let her do whatever she wanted, as if he didn't notice the little hands that were lighting fires everywhere.

But upon closer inspection, you can see beads of sweat constantly appearing on his forehead, flowing down his face, dripping onto his chest, and then being wiped away by Jianshu.

Sweat, wipe sweat, sweat, wipe sweat, sweat, wipe sweat... It seems to have formed an endless cycle, until the end of time.