207: Chapter 207 Cleaning

Taking a hot bath after drinking isn't advisable. Last time Zhao Xiaoshuai got drunk, Sister-in-law helped wipe him down with a warm towel.

But that time, it was mainly because Zhao Xiaoshuai pretended to be disoriented and unable to move. Otherwise, he could have just adjusted the water temperature and rinsed off himself.

Although Little Angel is currently dazed and seems a bit silly, she clearly hasn't lost her ability to move. As long as the water temperature is set properly, it would be fine for her to take a shower by herself.

But Zhao Xiaoshuai naturally wouldn't be so clueless. As her boyfriend, he of course has to fulfill his duty and take good care of his girlfriend.

Besides, if stimulated by the water flow, Little Angel might sober up quickly. How could that compare to the fun of her current dazed state?

He calls Little Angel in her current state the optimal form!

In this hazy state, Little Angel can both respond to his touches and actions, yet seems completely unaware of refusal. Regarding things that might make her shy, she just passively accepts them.

Placing a pillow behind her back, he helped Little Angel sit up. "Sit straight, raise your arms."

Obedient as a little bird, she spread her arms open and even flapped them cutely. "Whee, I'm flying, hehehe."

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoshuai was wiping under Little Angel's arms.

Among all his women, none had underarm hair, and Little Angel was the same. Her smooth underarms felt incredibly soft and pleasant to the touch.

Starting from the armpits, he wiped closely along her arms outward, as meticulously as if cleaning a piece of art.

Under the gentle and warm touch of the towel, Little Angel felt unbearably ticklish and couldn't help wanting to pull back her arms and clamp her armpits shut. "Hahaha, stop tickling me."

"Don't move around. Once we're done wiping you clean, you can sleep comfortably later."

"Oh, then don't tickle me there anymore. I'm most afraid of being ticklish."

Because she was sitting upright in an L-shaped position now, a little bit of soft flesh could be seen gathered on Little Angel's belly. It wasn't exaggerated like a swim ring, just forming a small pout.

He gave it a gentle pinch. Soft and quite cute.

After all, Little Angel didn't engage in systematic fitness or body shaping. Her daily work was very busy, lacking sufficient exercise. Relying entirely on her naturally beautiful 7/10 figure, it was inevitable to have some small areas of extra fat.

But at this level, it could be reduced with a little exercise—nothing major.

After the armpits, it was time for the shoulders and arms.

Since she basically didn't engage in heavy physical labor, Little Angel's arm muscles had little definition, feeling soft and loose when pinched.

He nudged them a few times, and they wobbled like tender blocks of tofu.

Gently wiping down from the smooth shoulders along the arms all the way to the palms, then carefully wiping each finger.

Her obedient demeanor made him feel as if he were handling a life-sized doll.

Little Angel's palms were small and cute, her fingers fair and tender like spring onions, almost tempting him to take a taste.

Then, starting from under the arms, gently wiping downward along the sides of her ribs.

"Ah, that's ticklish too. Hurry up."

Little Angel's waist might not be that slender, but moving down along her ribs, there was still a clear waist-to-hip curve. He couldn't resist caressing it a few more times.

"Alright, you can put your arms down now."

Rinsing the towel, it was time to wipe the largest areas—the chest and back.

First was the broad, smooth jade-like back, like a mirror of white jade. It seemed Little Angel's skin was still very good.

Wiping back and forth a few times, then starting from the nape of her neck, brushing over each vertebra like descending stairs, finally landing in the deepest crevice at the very bottom.

Little Angel seemed to react, straightening her back and tucking her bottom inward.

"Lift your head, chest out."

Covering her two cute little ears with the towel in his palms, he carefully and thoroughly rubbed them inside and out. After all, things that might go into the mouth should be cleaned well.

Starting from the chin, moving down along her fair neck, gently rubbing the hollows above her collarbones.

They weren't exaggeratedly deep, but would easily hold a marble.

Further down were the little bunnies, the little belly button... and with that, the upper body was completely wiped.

The considerate caretaker Zhao Xiaoshuai began to turn his attention to the lower half.

"You can lie down now. Lift your hips."

"Huh? The lower part needs wiping too?"

"Of course. We've been out all day. The lower part definitely needs a good wipe too."

"Then, then I'll do it myself."

"You're still dazed; you definitely won't wipe properly. Be good, listen, lift your hips."

In the end, Little Angel couldn't resist her "enthusiastic" boyfriend and obediently lifted her hips, allowing him to remove her armor.

Outer pants, little white socks, thermal leggings, then the matching black lace minimalist panties.

The process of removing these garments one by one had its own unique charm.

Little Angel covered her head with the blanket. Even in this dazed state, she was feeling a bit shy.

Grabbing one little foot in his hand, he slightly lifted one straight, slender jade-like leg, wiping it up and down repeatedly as if cleaning porcelain.

One leg, then the other, then parting them to wipe the inner sides...

Perhaps the alcohol had fully kicked in, or maybe for some other reason, by the time the full-body wipe was complete, Little Angel's fair skin was already flushed with patches of rosy color.

Pulling back the blanket, she still kept her eyes tightly shut, pretending to be asleep.

But her unconsciously furrowed brows and slightly hurried breathing revealed the tension deep within her.

After all, having the most private areas touched inevitably caused some unease.

Zhao Xiaoshuai didn't engage in overly forward interaction; he truly just earnestly helped his drunk girlfriend wipe her body clean.

Of course, some "accidental" touches during the process were unavoidable.

He chose not to take his little girlfriend at this moment partly because there wasn't enough time—he still had to go out soon.

An imperfect interaction was unacceptable, especially for Little Angel's one and only first time.

Another reason was Little Angel's current state.

Although she could respond to various interactions, she was clearly a few beats slow. Her consciousness wasn't very clear now, and her resistance was very weak.

If he took her now, how would that be any different from those scumbags who use date-rape drugs?

Moreover, through this experience, he had thoroughly figured out Little Angel's alcohol tolerance. From now on, without him by her side, she would basically be completely banned from drinking.

Fetching the blanket, he carefully tucked her in. Checking the time, Zhao Xiaoshuai got up and gently closed the door for her.

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