"I was home with nothing to do, so I came over."

Zhao Xue looked at her sleep dress with curiosity and asked, "Aren't you working today?"

"I took the morning off. I just dropped Zhang off at the station and was planning to catch some sleep."

"I see. Well, continue sleeping then, I'll just watch TV for a bit."

Zhao Xue went back to the sofa, sat down, and started watching TV.

Lin Wanqiu was feeling anxious. With Zhao Xue there, Wang Dahai wouldn't be able to come out.

"Xue, have you had breakfast yet?"

"I have."

"I haven't eaten yet. How about you keep me company and we go grab something to eat?"

"Sure."

"Then wait for me, I'll go change clothes."

Lin Wanqiu went back to her room to change. Standing in front of the wardrobe, she whispered, "I'm going to go out with Xue later, find an opportunity to leave."

"Mm."

Lin Wanqiu left the room and went out with Zhao Xue.

Wang Dahai immediately rushed out, got dressed, and left.

When he arrived at the store, he sent a message to Lin Wanqiu, telling her he had already left.

Wang Dahai sat in the practice room, watching the female customers practice yoga, each showing off their sexy bodies, but he was somewhat preoccupied.

He had thought that with Zhang gone, he would have a chance.

But now it seemed that it was still too inconvenient at home.

This Zhao Xue had a very good relationship with Lin Wanqiu, the two of them were like best friends.

This made Wang Dahai feel somewhat frustrated and annoyed.

Just then, he suddenly saw a familiar figure enter the practice room.

Zhang Jie!

Wang Dahai's eyes widened, thinking he had seen incorrectly.

It really was Zhang Jie!

How did she come here?

Could it be, she had changed her mind again?

Zhang Jie also saw him, but she only glanced at him before looking away and then picked out a yoga mat to start practicing yoga.

Wang Dahai's gaze was fixed on her.

Zhang Jie had a petite and exquisite body, but perfectly proportioned. At a height of 1.62 meters, her legs seemed exceptionally long.

Her waist was plump yet not flabby, and her bust was especially proud.

She knelt on one knee on the yoga mat, the other leg stretched out straight behind, one hand on the ground, and the other reaching forward.

Wang Dahai watched appreciatively, finding the scene extremely beautiful.

After more than half an hour, they finished.

Zhang Jie sat on the yoga mat resting and adjusting, then a woman came over and said, "Mr. Wang, could you give me a massage?"

"Oh, sure."

Wang Dahai's attention returned, and he followed her into the massage room.

He noticed that as he left, Zhang Jie's gaze had followed him.

After providing massages to seven or eight women, which took about an hour, Wang Dahai was just about to go out and see if Zhang Jie was still there when the door to the massage room was pushed open.

Zhang Jie walked in.

Wang Dahai felt elated and hurried forward. He instinctively wanted to embrace her, but remembering what Zhang Jie had said the other day, he restrained himself and only called out, "Mrs. Zhang!"

"Mm."

Zhang Jie seemed a bit uneasy, almost not daring to meet his eyes.

She walked to the side of the massage table and said, "Could you give me a massage?"

"Sure."

Zhang Jie lay down without taking off her clothes.

This left Wang Dahai somewhat disappointed.

But he quickly focused and started massaging her.

He didn't take advantage of the situation and massaged her respectfully and properly.

During the process, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

After a long time, Zhang Jie suddenly said, "Dahai."

"Mrs. Zhang, what's up?"

"Help me take off my pants," she said.

Wang Dahai was startled, thrilled, and quickly responded with a hum of affirmation.

He grabbed the yoga pants, gently easing them down bit by bit.

Gazing at her fair and plump, irresistibly soft legs, Wang Dahai's breathing grew hot.

He placed the yoga pants aside and looked at her peach grove.

There, was a sexy thong.

Barely covering a tuft of delicate grass, the palm-sized thin fabric had already become thoroughly soaked.

He stood by, quietly waiting for Zhang Jie's command.

"Help me rub it a bit," Zhang Jie said.

"Alright."

He didn't know how Zhang Jie wanted to be rubbed.

But he didn't dare do too much, and was still very honest, not touching any sensitive areas.

Despite this, Zhang Jie still had a great reaction.

Her body squirmed restlessly, the sheets became damp, and her breathing was audibly ragged, almost imperceptible. Her sweet face flushed like the evening glow.

"Dahai."

"Hmm?"

"Help, help me rub there, okay?"

Her eyes brimmed with desire, almost pleading, as she caught his arm with her slender hands and guided it over her peach grove.

Wang Dahai said nothing, quietly pulling the little intimates to her thighs before he began to caress her.

Zhang Jie, as if she'd been repressing for a long time, erupted in a huge response to Wang Dahai's touch.

But mindful of their setting in the massage room, she kept her voice restrained.

After about fifteen minutes, Wang Dahai heard her gasp intensely and felt her body convulse sharply; knowing she had climaxed, he stopped.

"Mrs. Zhang, are you good now?"

"Mhm, yes," she replied shyly, not daring to look at him.

She had said she wanted to end their relationship, yet here she was, seeking him out again.

Though Wang Dahai didn't mention it, she herself felt embarrassed.

She sat up from the bed and caught a glimpse of Wang Dahai's tent, biting her lip as if conflicted.

"Dahai."

"Hmm?"

"Could you do me a favor?"

"You just have to ask, Mrs. Zhang."

"I..." Zhang Jie wanted to speak but hesitated at how to begin.

After a moment, she walked over to Wang Dahai and said, "I'll take care of you first."

Finishing her words, she knelt down and removed Wang Dahai's pants.

Seeing his long-missed treasure, Zhang Jie, filled with passion, reached out her hand and grasped it.

After busying herself, she stood up from the floor, wiping the remnants from the corner of her mouth with a tissue.

Through this exchange, the awkwardness in her heart eased considerably.

She dressed, tidied up her hair, and said, "Dahai, do you like Jiajia?"

Wang Dahai was startled and hurriedly replied, "Mrs. Zhang, what are you talking about? I..."

"You don't like her?" Zhang Jie asked with a gentle smile. "She's so beautiful, if you say you don't like her, that would be insincere."

Wang Dahai quickly pondered what she meant by this sudden mention. Had she found out?

No, that couldn't be it.

Still filled with doubt, he eventually nodded and said, "Everyone appreciates beauty, Miss Liang is just like Mrs. Zhang, both are beautiful women, and of course, I'd like them."

Zhang Jie blushed, as his words amounted to a compliment towards her too.

"Then do you want to... have something happen with her?"

Wang Dahai's head snapped up, somewhat disbelieving.

Zhang Jie continued, "Little brother, if you wish, your sister can help you."

Hearing this familiar address, Wang Dahai felt a surge of happiness; it seemed Zhang Jie was back.

But facing her question, Wang Dahai laughed and said, "Mrs. Zhang, don't joke about that."

"Who's joking with you?"

Zhang Jie asked, "I'm just asking, do you wish to?"

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