"No need." Ryan Jing's breathing was a little rapid. He gripped the door handle tightly and emphasized: "No need."
Ethan Ying raised his eyebrows: "Why not?" He stuck to the door and looked at Ryan Jing: "Didn't you want to rub against Wu Weicheng before? Why can't you do it with me?"
Ryan Jing didn't know what was wrong with him.
When Mingming talked about scrubbing his body with Wu Weicheng, it was as natural as eating and drinking. But when it came to Ethan Ying, he felt extremely ashamed as soon as he thought about it.
"I..." He stuttered, "You don't take a shower..."
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