The next morning, while Wang Dahai was at work, he suddenly received a message from Zhang Jie.

"Did you do something to me last night?"

Seeing this message, Wang Dahai knew she must have found out when she woke up this morning.

He didn't hide anything and told her about what had happened the previous night, as well as Zhang Jie's plans.

"Ah, that bad woman!"

Zhang Jie wasn't angry, just embarrassed.

At the same time, the events of the previous night also gave her an indescribable thrill and a sense of freshness she had never experienced before.

It turned out that doing that kind of thing in one's sleep was also incredibly memorable.

After chatting for a while, he received another message from Liu Weiwei.

She sent him a few selfies, in which she was wearing different styles of lingerie.

Her snowy skin and sexy lingerie accentuating her soft curves, coupled with her innocent yet seductive face, made Wang Dahai's eyes pop.

"Wang, which set looks better?"

"They all look good."

"But there are too many, I can't wear them all, pick one for me."

"The second set."

"Mm, then I'll buy that one."

After a while, she sent a few more selfies.

This time it was the little intimates.

In the picture, her waist, slender like willow branches, and white and tight, the curve of her waistband in stark contrast with her hipbones, made her waist look even more slender.

It seemed as if a gust of wind could break her.

The black little intimates were simple in style, the grey ones had a bow and were hollow, and the pink ones had just two thin straps tied around the waistband.

In broad daylight, Wang Dahai felt his whole body heat up because of her.

It turned out she and Zhao Xue had gone shopping for lingerie, and while clothes could be worn by Zhao Xue, lingerie was not so interchangeable.

Through the morning, she had been chatting with Wang Dahai, the topic sensitive and the scale vast, occasionally sending a bold selfie.

Wang Dahai felt he was really on the verge of giving in.

This young girl's level was truly high.

Not to mention guys her age, even men in their thirties and forties would probably be led by the nose by her.

After lunch, just as Wang Dahai was preparing to go home to rest, he suddenly received a call from Liu Weiwei.

"Wang, can you drive me home?"

"Now?"

"Yes, I need to fetch a few changes of clothes."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home with Xue, and Xue said you should drive me there."

"Okay."

He was already planning to go back anyway, and at that moment, he had reached the downstairs.

When he got home, he unexpectedly found, besides the two women, there was another man.

It was Fu Xuefeng, who had the handsome looks and a slim build.

"Hello, Wang," Fu Xuefeng greeted him politely.

"Hello."

Wang Dahai looked at Zhao Xue, "Did you get the car keys?"

"Got them."

Zhao Xue pouted slightly, clearly not wanting to accompany Zhao Xue back, but as "close girlfriends," she would definitely agree to such a request.

They went to the underground parking lot, Wang Dahai drove, and Liu Weiwei activated the GPS.

Her place wasn't far from here; it was just a twenty-minute drive.

On the way, he learned from Zhao Xue that Fu Xuefeng had also gone shopping with the two women in the morning.

So, did Liu Weiwei send those photos to herself while her boyfriend was by her side?

He glanced at the rearview mirror subconsciously and couldn't help but think this guy seemed somewhat cuckolded.

Soon, the car arrived at the apartment building where Liu Weiwei lived.

This was a mid to high-end residential area, adjacent to a university, and many of the residents were faculty members; the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

After getting into the elevator, Liu Weiwei suddenly said to Fu Xuefeng, "When we see my parents, don't tell them you're my boyfriend; they don't allow me to date yet."

Fu Xuefeng was startled, saw how serious her tone and expression were, and quickly nodded, "Yeah, I know."

Wang Dahai was somewhat surprised. Were her parents that strict?

Normally, once kids go to university, parents don't usually restrict them from dating.

Moreover, she was already in her second year, about to start her third.

Dating at this age was perfectly normal.

Furthermore, given his understanding of Liu Weiwei, although this was her first time, she was definitely very knowledgeable about matters between men and women.

He guessed she hadn't skimped on self-comfort, likely owning quite a collection of toys.

Yet her parents were still so strict?

However, Wang Dahai was aware that sometimes, the stricter the family atmosphere, the more likely it was to foster a rebellious mindset.

He figured that was probably the case with Liu Weiwei.

The elevator arrived.

This floor had two apartments; they went to the one on the left which had a combination lock.

Liu Weiwei keyed in the code, pushed the door open, and sweetly called out, "Mom, I'm home."

A middle-aged man in his early forties was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a calico cat sprawled lazily across his lap, sleeping.

In the dining room, a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties, exceptionally well-maintained and wearing an apron, was carrying a plate of fruit toward the living room.

Upon hearing the shout, the couple immediately looked over.

"Weiwei is back."

The woman smiled and, seeing Wang Dahai and the others, quickly said, "Are these Weiwei's classmates? Please come in and sit."

Liu Weiwei had already told her parents about them; the fruit was prepared for them.

"Aunty, Uncle."

Everyone called out politely.

Wang Dahai quickly surveyed the room, astonished at the parents.

Liu Weiwei's parents were both very young; her father was at most in his early forties, and her mother definitely not over forty.

Moreover, both parents had an extraordinary bearing, clearly from an educated background.

Wang Dahai's attention was chiefly on her mother.

Not very tall, around one meter sixty-three, wearing deep blue slim-fit cropped jeans, her shapely legs encased perfectly, supple yet toned.

Her exposed ankles, clean as white jade, wore slip-on sandals, with her five toes resembling sculpted pearls, well-defined.

She wore a light pink oversized shirt, styled in a very relaxed manner.

The buttons weren't done up, open right down to her chest.

You could easily see that deep, endless gap, especially since she was even more endowed than Liu Weiwei.

This simple yet fashionable attire looked chic and sexy without feeling vulgar.

Wang Dahai thought to himself, no wonder she could have a daughter as beautiful as Liu Weiwei; this woman, whether in looks or figure, was in no way inferior to Liu Weiwei.

Walking together, they wouldn't be thought of as mother and daughter but more like sisters.

However, her tied-up hair added a maturity that a young girl lacked.

Her demeanor, every frown and smile, the way she moved, radiated a poised elegance as well as confidence stemming from her own character.

Such a woman could easily make men feel inferior — feeling self-conscious and shy to approach, even afraid to make eye contact.

Like Fu Xuefeng, who at that moment deliberately avoided looking her way.

First, it was her confident air that made Fu Xuefeng, a college student unaccustomed to such polish, feel uneasy.

Secondly, her neckline was so low he worried about unintentionally staring.

Wang Dahai, on the other hand, focused on her cleavage, taking the opportunity to relish the view.

But just then, Mrs. Liu suddenly turned around, her gaze meeting his.

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