C1205 Young Master Ye's Maid 1127

Ye Zimo gently wet the wet towel. Xia Yihan felt her naked skin touch the soft wet towel. There was a layer of goosebumps in the room. Ye Zimo's hands suddenly stopped flowing to his chest.

Xia Yihan wanted to stop it but could not make a sound. Ye Zimo paused and continued to help Xia Yihan clean up. When the cleaning was done, Xia Yihan's face had turned red like a tomato