Wang Dahai looked at Liu Lin, who was seated beside him, and glanced at the tightly shut door of Zhao Xue's room, feeling restless again.

He reached out to touch Liu Lin's thigh, and she trembled slightly, quickly turning to look at Zhao Xue's room.

Wang Dahai grasped her thigh, slowly moving his hand up under her skirt.

Liu Lin's body tensed, but she did not stop him.

Wang Dahai's hand inched closer to her lower area and touched the little intimates.

He used his index finger to hook the edge of the little intimates, sliding it along the tender skin, drawing near to the moist haven.

Leaning on the couch, Liu Lin sat very upright, her head turned towards the door the entire time.

Wang Dahai didn't dare make too much movement, only caressing with his hand.

The damp tenderness excited him greatly, and after stroking it for a while, he took a soft breath, his finger gliding into the valley.

"Mmm~"

Liu Lin moaned softly, her legs snapping together and trapping Wang Dahai's hand between her thighs.

Splish splash.

While moving his fingers, Wang Dahai's gaze heatedly admired her expressions.

She seemed to struggle to hold herself up, leaning to one side, hastily propping herself up with her hand against the couch to barely maintain her position.

With this side leaning, Wang Dahai also withdrew his hand and reached around from beside her lifted buttock.

This position made it even easier for him to enter.

Splish splash.

Liu Lin's body reacted even more intensely, she bit down hard on her teeth, pursed her lips, yet still emitted some soft moans.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Zhao Xue walked out, carrying bags both big and small.

Wang Dahai, who had been observant, quickly withdrew his hand.

Liu Lin let out a soft breath, calming the strangeness in her body.

"Mom, let's go back," she said.

"Wait a moment," Liu Lin said, "I'm suddenly feeling a bit tired."

"Didn't sleep well during the day?" Zhao Xue approached with concern.

Liu Lin shook her head, "I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, feels like I've got a crick in the neck."

"A crick in the neck?"

Zhao Xue said, "Then let Wang Dahai give you a massage, isn't he really good at it?"

Wang Dahai immediately said, "Mrs. Liu, let me give you a massage."

"No need," Liu Lin refused with a smile. With her daughter right beside her, she dared not let Wang Dahai do it.

She stood up from the couch, took the bag of clothes from Zhao Xue's hands, and said, "Let's go."

Wang Dahai took the bag from her first, saying, "I'll carry it."

"No need, Dahai, we can go back by ourselves."

"It's no trouble," Wang Dahai said with a smile.

"Let him carry it," Zhao Xue handed her bag to him as well, "Here, carry both."

His disposition toward serving and the tone used made Wang Dahai quite uncomfortable.

But with Mrs. Liu present, he didn't bother to argue with the young lady.

Carrying the things, Wang Dahai led the way out, with the mother and daughter following behind.

Because his hands were filled, Wang Dahai found it difficult to take any advantage.

Standing in the elevator, he eyed the backs of the two women in front of him with longing.

All the way to Liu Lin's home, they arrived to find the lights off.

Liu Lin turned on the light and glanced at the shoe rack, "Uncle Lin went out?"

Mr. Lin was Zhao Xue's stepfather, and their relationship was quite good, but she never got used to calling him 'Dad.'

Zhao Xue hummed in acknowledgement and said, "He went fishing."

"Just got back and ran off to fish." Liu Lin complained before telling Wang Dahai, "Dahai, put the stuff down, go take a rest on the sofa, and I'll get you a bottle of water."

Wang Dahai had intended to take his leave and go back, but finding out that Mr. Lin wasn't home, a thought flickered in his mind.

With a hum, he walked towards the sofa.

"Mom, I'm going to take a bath. Just leave the stuff on the sofa, and I'll take care of it later."

As she spoke, Zhao Xue entered her room.

Then, grabbing her clothes, she ducked into the bathroom, and soon the sound of water could be heard splashing away.

"Mrs. Liu."

Wang Dahai walked over and whispered, "Let me give you a massage."

Liu Lin's eyes flickered nervously; even though there was no one else at home and Zhao Xue was bathing.

But she still felt nervous and afraid.

And with such a short amount of time, there wasn't much they could do.

Yet, when Wang Dahai drew near, the masculine scent emanating from his young, strong body intoxicated her instantly.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered, then called out towards the bathroom, "Xue, Dahai is in the bedroom giving me a shoulder massage, be quiet when you come out so you don't disturb us."

"Got it."

After hearing Zhao Xue's response, Liu Lin glanced at Wang Dahai and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

She closed the bedroom door behind her.

She wanted to lock the door behind her, but she was afraid Zhao Xue might get the wrong idea.

But since she had already told Zhao Xue, she probably wouldn't burst in suddenly.

As soon as they entered the room, Wang Dahai approached her, his hot breath on her face as he lowered his head.

She had just tilted her head back when Wang Dahai hooked her waist, leaned over, and kissed her on the mouth.

His large hands roamed over her back, caressing.

In just a few touches, she was panting softly, her body heating up.

This time, Wang Dahai dispensed with much foreplay, lifting Liu Lin off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist octopus-style.

Then, with his left hand cradling her bottom and a finger hooking the edge of her little intimates, he slid it aside, revealing a tender garden already glistening.

Quickly pulling down his pants, he supported her bottom with both hands and with slight adjustments, he was pressed against that wetness.

"Dahai, not here."

Liu Lin's body trembled continuously, feeling the heat from Wang Dahai; she clung tightly to his neck, her legs firmly wrapped around his waist, refusing to let her body slide down.

"Xue is still at home, can we wait a while, I'll go to your shop earlier tomorrow," she said, panting softly, almost pleadingly.

"Mrs. Liu, tomorrow is Saturday."

Wang Dahai replied with a sentence and then delivered a passionate kiss.

He sealed Liu Lin's lips, twining with her tongue, and the hands supporting her bottom squeezed urgently as his hips thrust forward.

Suddenly, he was enveloped by a tight, moist heat.

A week apart, and Liu Lin was as fresh as ever, tender and tight as a young girl.

The friction of the sudden entry made her body shiver, and the last vestiges of her resolve crumbled away.

Standing behind the door, Wang Dahai held Liu Lin's petite body suspended in the air, crashing into her fiercely.

"Plop plop."

She wanted to scream, but Wang Dahai covered her mouth, muffling her cries.

Each powerful thrust went deep, shaking her soul and overwhelming her reason with an intense rush of stimulation and pleasure.

Several minutes later, with a low growl from Wang Dahai, he stumbled forward a few steps, pinning Liu Lin's back against the door.

He bent over her like an old bull, releasing her mouth, biting onto her fullness through the fabric, and suddenly intensified his pounding.

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