In his pants?

Wang Dahai followed her gaze and couldn't help but want to laugh.

This girl really knew how to play a part.

Clearly a wild one, yet pretending to be pure.

But he did not expose her, casually saying, "What do you think it is?"

"How would I know? I don't know what you've got in your pants."

"Want to know?"

"Not really."

"Then keep quiet, and I'll leave after giving you a massage."

Zhao Xue, feeling snubbed, snorted lightly, fell silent, and just kept her eyes on his tent.

While she was gazing at him, Wang Dahai suddenly asked, "Should I massage the lower area too?"

"Oh, sure." Zhao Xue unconsciously responded.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wang Dahai had already grabbed her waist.

Her waist was very sensitive, with Dahai's big hands nearly encompassing it completely as he pushed down from her belly button.

Each push tingled her all over, like electrotherapy, again and again stimulating her, creating a wave of warmth in her lower abdomen.

Her legs instinctively squeezed tighter together, grinding vigorously, her shorts twisted together by the squeezing friction of her inner thighs.

The already very short shorts became even shorter, revealing her little intimates.

Watching her messed-up shorts, Wang Dahai's hand pushing down her lower abdomen moved increasingly downward.

"You're moving too much, I can't massage you properly," said Wang Dahai.

"I didn't move," Zhao Xue whispered shyly, her cheeks reddening.

"See, you're twisting around, your shorts are in the way, I can't massage properly, let's just leave it," he said.

Wang Dahai withdrew his hands.

Yet, Zhao Xue urged, "Give me another massage, please."

But Wang Dahai shook his head, "You keep moving, and once you twist, your shorts get in the way, I can't massage."

"I promise I won't move."

"Hmm," Wang Dahai continued to massage her.

But it wasn't long before she began twisting again.

Wang Dahai paused again, "I can't massage like this, if you want to continue, either stop twisting or take off your pants."

"Take off my pants?"

Zhao Xue's heart skipped a beat, growing nervous.

She recalled the last time they almost took their relationship further.

If she were to take off her pants, what if he couldn't hold back?

Yet, there was a vague anticipation in her heart.

If something did happen, it seemed like it wouldn't be so bad.

In her conflicted mind, she softly hummed an affirmation, "Then help me take them off."

Underneath his calm exterior, Wang Dahai hid his surging excitement and delight.

He had only said it casually, not expecting her to actually agree.

Without further ado, he grasped the edges of Zhao Xue's shorts and slowly pulled them down to her knees.

Underneath the shorts was a simple white cotton pair of little intimates.

Very ordinary in style, yet her figure was so good, it made Wang Dahai feel a strong sense of sexual allure.

Moreover, the intimates were already quite moist, clinging to her skin.

The shape of that valley was barely visible, inciting wild thoughts.

With the shorts off, Zhao Xue was very nervous and visibly uneasy.

Her slender and straight legs were squeezed even tighter.

The young girl's body was delicate, and very supple, with a slight gap between the intimates and the skin below her navel.

It seemed one could see the delicate tufts of grass through that gap.

Wang Dahai's hands repeatedly kneaded her lower abdomen.

Under such circumstances, her body's sensitivity was also greatly heightened.

Her body temperature had slightly risen, and her breathing had become more intense.

Gradually, she felt that every time Wang Dahai's palm moved downward, it would subtly touch further down.

Although there was still a finger's distance from that wonderfully raised area, it also made her tighten up mentally.

She couldn't help but let her thoughts run wild, feeling somewhat expectant, yet with that expectation came nervousness and fear.

Moreover, she distinctly felt that Wang Dahai had also changed.

His face was very red, his eyes were also red, and that tent seemed even bigger.

He looked like a wild beast, as if he would pounce in the next second.

The heartbeat of both was extremely fast, creating a tense and subtly romantic atmosphere.

Gurgle.

She heard the sound of Wang Dahai swallowing saliva.

At that moment, she felt Wang Dahai's hand suddenly stopped moving, and slowly reached toward her little intimates.

Her body instantly tensed up, her throat felt dry, and her lips were also dry.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, each second feeling as long as a year.

Both knew what was about to happen, yet they couldn't stop the overwhelming tension, their bodies stiffened.

Finally, Wang Dahai's right hand landed on her little intimates.

His palm touched the pure cotton fabric, which after becoming moist, clung to the skin.

He gently caressed the slightly raised mound slowly and tenderly.

Suddenly, Zhao Xue's body began to tremble violently.

It was as if a switch in her body had been flipped, out of her control.

"Mmm~"

She moaned softly; the sound, like a starter pistol, snapped Wang Dahai's taut nerves.

His gentle caressing movements suddenly intensified in strength, moving past her clenched thighs, pressing tight against the moist muddy orchard.

"Ah!"

Zhao Xue could no longer hold back, her moan, tender and breathy, instantly shattered Wang Dahai's reasoning.

He grabbed Zhao Xue's little intimates, intending to pull them down.

But just then, a cellphone suddenly rang.

Wang Dahai paused in his movements, and Zhao Xue also instantly came to her senses, hurriedly sat up from the couch and panted, "Stop, I, I'm okay now, let's go back now."

She picked up her clothes, jumped off the couch, and quickly ran away.

Wang Dahai was inwardly annoyed, it had been such a good opportunity.

The atmosphere was just right; the flow was natural.

Zhao Xue, too, had clearly not minded having a wonderful moment with him under such an atmosphere.

Yet the cellphone had rung at just the wrong time, interrupting their moment.

He took out his phone and saw a message from his sister-in-law.

Wang Dahai felt somewhat deflated, with no outlet for his frustration.

"You guys back yet?"

Looking at his sister-in-law's message, Wang Dahai quickly replied, "Back now."

"Mm, I'm waiting for you in the hallway."

"Okay."

Wang Dahai, however, wasn't in the mood.

Once the door is opened, there's no not craving meat.

Although he also liked some physical contact with his sister-in-law, to spice up the mood,

always hugging and holding each other, yet unable to go further, also becomes tiring.

Of course, he also understood that it wasn't the sister-in-law's fault, but rather that they had no more suitable opportunities.

And such matters can't be rushed.

The more hurried it is, the more likely accidents will happen.

Their relationship with the sister-in-law was, after all, not appropriate; it was better to be cautious than to make a mistake in a moment of delight, leading to irreparable consequences.

As soon as he had finished replying, Zhao Xue had already dressed and, without a word, walked out.

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