Leyan's hand had already reached underneath his underwear, grasping onto his much smaller cock that had been fully erected.
Everything was what she had expected, other than the glaring issue on her fingertip. Or should it be on the tip of Xiaoyun's cock.
"Honey, your foreskin...?"
"Now do you understand why I just want to go to sleep?"
Seeing Xiaoyun's pale face turn redder than an apple, Leyan resisted the urge to giggle as she slowly withdrew her hands from his pants.
"It's okay, honey. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You'll eventually grow out of it... I still love you no matter what."
"You don't have to state the obvious."
The room fell into an awkward silence. No words were exchanged as Xiaoyun turned back around for the third time.
Head down on the side of the pillow, his extremely short hair unable to hide the lingering blush on his cheeks.
A thought flashed inside Leyan's mind.
