After Xia Yan knelt down, her back was directly facing Lü Yang. She was wearing a thin, form-fitting set of pajamas at home. While not noticeable when standing, this prone position fully displayed her voluptuous figure.
Initially, Lü Yang, due to pain, hadn't entertained any impure thoughts. However, the occasional sensation from the towel as Xia Yan pressed it down had been excruciating, though thankfully there hadn't been a visual shock. But this scene, however, instantly aroused Lü Yang's blood.
The voluptuous body of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl is equally potent in its allure to a young man; this has nothing to do with willpower or morality, it's purely instinct.
The crucial point is… Lü Yang had seen and touched Xia Yan's bare buttocks, and the soft, warm touch still ling
