"Thump, thump."

"Miss Yan, give me the dirty clothes you changed out of yesterday. I'll wash them for you."

Wang Dahai called out to the room.

"No need, I'll wash them later myself," Yan Jing's tranquil voice came from inside.

"All right then."

Wang Dahai didn't insist, he just wanted some contact with her.

Only with contact could something happen.

With such an introverted woman, one must take the initiative.

He tossed the clothes into the washing machine when suddenly his phone rang; it was a message from Liang Jiagia.

"Mr. Wang, what are you doing?"

"Washing clothes at home."

"Alone?"

Wang Dahai hesitated and then said, "There's another person."

"Then I'll come over to see you."

Wang Dahai thought he had made a mistake and checked; indeed, he had said there was someone else at home.

Why would she still want to come over?

Soon after, Liang Jiagia arrived: "Open the door."

Wang Dahai opened the door, only to see Liang Jiagia in her short skirt and black stockings, slightly made up, standing at the doorway with her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Liang Jiagia kicked off her slippers and walked inside barefoot, glanced at the room, and asked softly, "Who's at home?"

"Lawyer Xu's colleague."

"Do you know her?"

"No."

"That's good."

Liang Jiagia took his hand, showing a bit of shyness, "Shall we go to the room, is that okay?"

When a woman is that forward, how could a man refuse?

Besides, even if there was someone else at home, it didn't matter.

He wasn't close with Yan Jing, and even if she found out, she would at most tell Xu Xixi, which he didn't care about.

Wang Dahai reached out and upon her light cry, he picked her up and quickly entered the room.

Like dry tinder to flame, as soon as the room door closed, they ignited completely.

Today, she had deliberately put on black stockings and dressed up exquisitely, like a goddess descending to earth.

Wang Dahai toppled her onto the bed, lifted her skirt, parted her legs, and kissed the lush valley.

"Mmm~"

She arched her neck and moaned softly, pressing Wang Dahai's head, her waist trembling rhythmically as he tasted her.

Wang Dahai grabbed her fullness, crumpling the skirt with his grip, as though wanting to burst those two mounds.

Then he moved on, grabbing her waist and legs.

Rip!

He exerted force, and tore a hole in the stockings.

"Mr. Wang, harder, harder!"

This violence excited her as well, spurring him on.

Wang Dahai lifted her leg onto his shoulder and tasted her again.

The sound of ripping continued, and the stockings wrapped around her legs quickly got riddled with holes.

He quickly took off his shorts, grabbed the stockings above her valley, tore a hole, and flicked aside the wet, clinging thin fabric.

With a deep, heavy breath, Wang Dahai's torso plunged down, thrusting forward, breaking through barriers, and arriving at a warm, tight embrace.

Liang Jiagia's soft body tensed up, and the leg perched on his shoulder wanted to clench involuntarily.

From that lush place, a warm stream began to secrete tremulously.

"Harder, Mr. Wang, harder, ah~"

Her consciousness blurred, her beautiful eyes rolling upwards as her body was jolted, her breasts quivered up and down with the nightgown.

"Mr. Wang, do you like my body, or Little Jie's?"

Wang Dahai grunted, this woman, asking such a question at a time like this, was this not sowing discord?

He put down the legs that had been over his shoulder, hooked her waist, and lifted her to sit on his lap.

Just as she sat down, she began to tremble violently, her cries fluttering like shaken leaves.

"So deep, so deep~"

"Smack!"

Wang Dahai slapped her buttocks hard; with each strike, she made sounds of pain and pleasure.

Let you keep asking!

Wang Dahai kept spanking, and soon her plump buttocks were a rosy red, covered with palm prints.

The room next door.

After Yan Jing entered the room, she lay on the bed.

Her mind fluctuated between thoughts of her fiancé and the events of last night.

Her emotions followed her thoughts, up and down.

She stared at her phone, waiting for her fiancé to call.

But now it was almost nine o'clock, and he hadn't sent a single message.

At that moment, she suddenly heard a strange noise.

"What's that sound?"

She looked outside; the noise was coming from out there.

She didn't want to pry initially, but the sound got louder and louder.

Gradually, she made out the sound—it seemed like a woman moaning.

Odd, were there other women in this house?

And that moaning—why did it sound so much like…

She got out of bed, opened a slit in the door, and suddenly the sound became much clearer.

It was indeed a woman moaning!

Yan Jing was shy and conservative in front of strangers, introverted in nature, but she did have a boyfriend, and they were discussing marriage.

She was no stranger to such matters.

She immediately recognized the sound as someone engaging in that shameful act.

Her heart pounding, she wanted to close the door, but instead, she opened it a bit wider.

She slowly poked her head out, surveyed the living room quickly, but saw no woman.

Only when she pinpointed where the sound was coming from did she shockingly discover it was emanating from Wang Dahai's room.

Was he watching porn?

But that sound was too loud!

And how could he be watching that kind of thing in broad daylight?

Yan Jing suddenly felt a bit angry. Although she'd only been in one relationship, she had many admirers; she was all too aware of the dirty thoughts in men's minds.

In her view, the fact that Wang Dahai was watching such things during the day must be an attempt to attract her attention.

Originally, she had no particular opinion about Wang Dahai; although she was proactive last night, creating an irreversible situation, it wasn't related to Wang Dahai.

But now, thinking of Wang Dahai watching these videos in his room, with the volume turned up so loudly, a feeling of disgust arose within her.

She snorted lightly, intending to close the door.

"Ah, Mr. Wang, I'm coming!"

This seductive cry made her freeze.

Mr. Wang?

Could it be, he wasn't watching porn?

There was a woman in his room?

Yan Jing's heart skipped a beat, her movement to close the door stalled, and she looked towards the door a few meters away, somehow compelled to walk towards it.

When she reached the door, the sounds inside seemed amplified by several folds in her ears.

She could even hear the sounds of impact, and the squelching noises.

Although she couldn't see, just by listening to the sounds of the two people, she could almost picture Wang Dahai's sturdy frame thrusting vigorously.

The woman inside was moaning loudly.

Yes, after all, that was Wang Dahai.

If it were her, her moans would be even louder than the woman's.

She suddenly felt some envy for the woman inside, having found a boyfriend like Wang Dahai.

"If only my fiancé were as impressive."

Once again, she thought of the scene from last night, her hand, not knowing when, had slipped into her nightgown, caressing the valley above.

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