"Ugh!"

When she heard the deep roar of Wang Dahai from the room and the suddenly intensified thumping sounds, she knew Wang Dahai was about to release.

"Harder, harder," she murmured low, imagining it was herself being done by him. Her little hand stirred, her legs went weak, and she slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

In the room.

Wang Dahai was covered in sweat, and so was Liang Jiagia, limp and sprawled on the bed.

Her voluptuous rear was still twitching slightly, her fair buttocks marked with handprints everywhere, filled with the love of Wang Dahai.

"Mr. Wang, you're so amazing."

"Smack!"

After another slap, Wang Dahai got out of bed and said, "I'm going to take a wash."

Hearing the footsteps inside the room, Yan Jing was terrified.

She tried to get up, but found her legs soft and powerless.

She was urgently worried, no, she couldn't let him see her, it was too shameful...

But the more anxious she was, the less she could stand up, almost on the verge of crying.

In desperation, she thought of an idea.

All she did was slant her body against the wall, close her eyes, and pretended to have fainted.

Creak.

As soon as Wang Dahai opened the door, he saw Yan Jing leaning against the wall, seemingly passed out, and he was immediately stunned.

Why is she here?

What's happened to her?

He quickly shut the door and squatted down to check on her.

After a quick examination, confirming there was no physical problem, it seemed she had indeed just fainted purely.

Without much thought, he picked her up and started walking.

But as soon as he picked her up, he felt something sticky and warm on his arm.

This was...

Looking down, he discovered a wet and slippery area between her legs.

Even the spot where her buttocks had been sitting was damp with moisture.

Glancing at her again, this time Wang Dahai noticed more details.

Her eyelashes were trembling lightly, her lips pursed, her abdomen rising and falling somewhat quickly.

She was pretending to sleep!

In just a moment, he guessed what had happened.

He and Liang Jiagia had been having a moment in the room, and she had overheard it.

Not only had she heard it, but she had also come to the door, offering herself solace secretly.

Realizing that he was about to come out, she couldn't leave in time, so she simply pretended to have passed out.

Wang Dahai felt amused; this woman's needs seemed too strong.

Instead of going to his room, he laid her on the sofa.

After a quick wash-up, he returned to the room, had a few words with Liang Jiagia, and she quickly left the house.

After she left, Wang Dahai came to the sofa, sat beside the pretending-to-sleep Yan Jing, and quietly watched her.

Yan Jing was very nervous inside; she didn't know why Wang Dahai had placed her on the sofa.

Could it be that he wants to do something to me?

"Miss Yan, you heard everything just now, didn't you?" Wang Dahai suddenly asked.

Yan Jing's body trembled slightly; did he know she was pretending to be asleep?

She was conflicted on the inside, whether to wake up or not.

But that would be too embarrassing.

While she was caught in her dilemma, she felt her body being lifted.

Her heart raced with panic; what was he going to do to her?

Soon, Wang Dahai carried her into the room and laid her on the bed.

She was tense to her utmost, her heart hanging by a thread, filled with regret.

She should never have gone to eavesdrop.

Now she was in a bind, waking up wasn't an option, nor was pretending to faint.

If he really did something to her, should she resist?

Or just let him have his way?

"Miss Yan, you're wet down there,"

suddenly, Wang Dahai said.

Yan Jing's mind went blank, as if he had discovered her biggest secret.

Her long eyelashes trembled as if she was about to open her eyes at any moment.

But she still held back, continuing to pretend to be unconscious.

Wang Dahai felt somewhat helpless too. He shook his head, said nothing more, left the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

Several minutes passed before Yan Jing quietly opened her eyes a slit, making sure he had really gone, before fully opening them and taking a long breath of relief.

"He probably didn't find out..."

Yan Jing comforted herself, but she actually understood Wang Dahai had seen through her feigned sleep.

And she knew that he knew.

But as long as she didn't admit it, there was nothing Wang Dahai could do.

After all, it was too embarrassing just now, and she had no better idea.

She stayed in the room for more than an hour, waiting for her boyfriend's call, but it never came.

This made her feel increasingly disheartened and self-pitying.

She grabbed her cell phone and sent her boyfriend a message, "Let's break up."

After sending the message, she tossed the phone aside, got off the bed, and left the room.

Upon reaching the living room, she saw Wang Dahai hanging out clothes on the balcony.

After more than an hour of cooling down, she was no longer so embarrassed and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Wang."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she saw Wang Dahai holding a pair of little intimates, all too familiar to her.

Upon closer inspection, they were indeed hers.

Her cheeks flushed hot, and she quickly stammered, "You, you..."

"Oh, I was free with nothing to do, so I washed your clothes a bit. Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for you to be without anything to wear,"

Wang Dahai said with a smile, causing her to feel embarrassed, so much so that she dared not look at him.

"Th-thank you,"

she uttered a low word of thanks and then turned to go back to her room but then remembered she had come out to talk to Wang Dahai about something.

She stopped and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you have anything to do later?"

"No, what's up?"

Wang Dahai didn't mention anything about her pretending to be unconscious earlier.

After all, it wasn't something to be proud of, and she had pretended to faint just to avoid embarrassment, bringing it up would only make her dislike him.

"Could you give me a ride home?" she said, her hands behind her back and eyes on her toes, feeling a bit shy.

Go home?

Wang Dahai suddenly felt a sense of loss.

He had thought that Yan Jing would at least wait for Xu Xixi to return before leaving.

But she was leaving already?

"Oh, okay, no problem,"

he said as he finished hanging the clothes. "Let's go... Do you want to change clothes?"

"No need, I'll change when I get back,"

"Alright then, let's go."

Wang Dahai grabbed his phone and keys and started to leave.

She was only wearing a thin, cool nightgown, with a large expanse of white skin and cleavage visible at the front. As she walked, her body moved up and down, causing the loose nightgown to sway with astonishing curves.

The two entered the elevator, Wang Dahai looking straight ahead. Nevertheless, the faint scent of her perfume wafted to his nose.

The thought that she was without any undergarments both above and below excited him uncontrollably.

If he were to hold her, the feeling was sure to be irresistible.

His thoughts caused an unavoidable reaction down below.

Yan Jing noticed, her face blushing deeply as she quickly looked away, but her heart fluttered non-stop, inwardly cursing.

What on earth is he thinking about!

He can't be considering doing that kind of thing with me, can he?

The thought that Wang Dahai was indulging in fantasies about her made Yan Jing involuntarily recall what had happened the night before.

She gently rubbed her thighs together. Without the constraint of little intimates, she quickly felt her thighs become slick with moisture.

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