The elevator arrived.

Yan Jing hastily gathered her thoughts and walked out, with Dahai hunching and following behind her.

Seeing him like this, Yan Jing couldn't help but smile.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at an upscale community.

Dahai parked the car and said, "Miss Yan, I'm going back first."

"I'll go back with you later," Yan Jing explained. "I just came to grab some things."

Dahai was taken aback at first, then his heart bloomed with joy, "Oh, okay, then I'll wait for you in the car."

"Can you come up with me? The things I need to take are a bit too much for one person to handle."

"No problem!"

Both of them went upstairs, and Yan Jing opened the door and glanced at the shoe rack, then shouted towards the inside a few times, getting no response.

This meant her fiancé was not at home.

Yan Jing felt even more disappointed.

She had not received a reply since she messaged her fiancé to break up.

He just didn't care about her at all!

"Mr. Wang, please come in."

Dahai entered and, looking at the luxuriously decorated house, suddenly felt a bit inferior.

The apartment was at least 150 square meters and located in an excellent area in a high-end community; its price must be at least several million.

He did not know what Yan Jing's fiancé did for a living, but he was obviously a wealthy man.

No wonder he could have a beauty like Yan Jing.

For a moment, Dahai felt uneasy in front of Yan Jing.

"Mr. Wang, please have a seat in the living room, I will just tidy up a bit and come out."

"Okay."

He sat on the sofa, and although there were no outsiders, he still felt restrained.

Ever since his monthly income had exceeded twenty thousand, he had felt more confident, thinking of himself as somewhat of a successful person.

But at this moment, looking at this luxurious apartment, he realized he was still that poor college student from the village.

A few minutes later, Yan Jing emerged carrying a suitcase, a backpack, and a large bag in her hands.

Dahai came forward to take them from her, inwardly shocked. With so many things, was she planning to move out?

After loading all the bags in the car, Dahai drove back.

On the way, he noticed Yan Jing constantly staring at her phone, looking very despondent.

It seemed there were serious problems in her relationship with her fiancé.

He didn't offer comfort, after all, they had known each other for less than a day.

On the way home, Dahai stopped to buy groceries.

Back at home, Dahai said, "Have a seat, I'll cook some lunch."

"I'm not really hungry, you eat," Yan Jing said, her mood low.

"You should eat a little anyway, my cooking isn't bad."

Dahai offered a small smile and carried the groceries into the kitchen.

Just before twelve o'clock, the meal was ready.

Although it was just the two of them, Dahai still prepared a table full of sumptuous dishes.

Though Yan Jing initially had no appetite, the inviting aroma stimulated her taste buds.

"Go wash your hands," Dahai said, removing his apron and serving two bowls of rice.

Yan Jing had changed out of her nightgown and now wore a plain white T-shirt and a dark yellow polyester shorts.

Her long hair was put up in a cute bun, exposing her smooth, plump forehead and adding to the innocence of her slightly chubby face.

She kept checking her phone while eating, but since last night, over a dozen hours had passed and her fiancé still hadn't contacted her.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and suddenly she said, "Mr. Wang, do you have any alcohol at home?"

Dahai hummed affirmatively and brought over a bottle of wine.

She poured herself a full glass, guzzled down more than half in one breath, the drinking causing tears to burst forth, while red wine spilled from the corners of her lips, leaving streaks of red on her white T-shirt.

Dahai didn't try to stop her, knowing that when someone's feelings are hurt, they need a place to vent.

By the end of the meal, Yan Jing was terribly drunk, her consciousness blurred, alternating between crying and laughing.

Dahai helped her to the couch and made her some honey water.

After finishing the glass of water, she fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at her attractive body, Dahai didn't harbor many inappropriate thoughts.

Using a towel dampened with warm water, he wiped her face briefly, then carried her to the room, covered her with a thin blanket, and left.

After tidying up the dishes, Dahai leaned on the couch and slept for an hour.

Upon waking up, he changed into a sports tank top and quick-drying shorts, then grabbed a dumbbell and started exercising.

Around three in the afternoon, Yan Jing finally woke up.

As she opened her eyes and found herself lying in bed, her first reaction was to lift the blanket—seeing her clothes intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Before drinking, she had thought to herself, if Dahai took advantage of her drunkenness to do something to her... she wouldn't mind.

But he did nothing.

Moreover, he thoughtfully prepared her honey tea and carried her back to the room.

Her heart was filled with mixed emotions—both relieved and somewhat disappointed.

Coming out of the room, she saw Dahai, dumbbell in each hand, exercising in the living room.

His tank top was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body, muscles on his arms and shoulders well-defined and powerful.

The legs below his shorts were hairy and thick, exuding a strong masculine scent.

Even from a distance of several meters, she felt as if a wave of heat was hitting her face, making her blush and her ears turn red.

This powerful masculine presence, just one look made her body go weak, warmth flowing downwards.

Thinking about her fiancé who was not yet thirty and already out of shape, she felt somewhat aggrieved for herself.

"You're awake?"

Dahai looked over and asked, "Still feeling dizzy?"

"Not dizzy, thank you."

She walked over, sat beside him, her little hand propping her chin, her big eyes blinking as she watched Dahai exercise.

Dahai felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze, searching for a conversation starter, "Miss Yan, do you also like to exercise?"

"Yes, but I usually just run, I'm not very good at this."

"It's quite simple, as long as the movements are correct, I can teach you if you want."

"Yes please." Yan Jing looked like a curious child, eager to try.

Dahai handed her the dumbbell and came behind her, guiding her hands-on, "One knee on the couch, one leg like this..."

He was very detailed in his instruction, but inevitably, there was physical contact.

And as they continued, the atmosphere between them quickly heated up, both feeling the overly suggestive tension.

Yan Jing's breathing also gradually grew heavier.

Dahai, one hand on her lower back, instructed, "Drop your waist a bit more, and the shoulders, ahem, need to come up a bit..."

Physical contact between opposite sexes made it hard to maintain composure.

Moreover, both were scantily clad, a charged atmosphere brewing between them.

Dahai's hands, now on her delicate shoulders, what started as normal guidance, gradually began to shift in tone.

Slowly, he leaned down, his body pressing against her slender back.

Yan Jing could hear Dahai's heavy breathing right by her ear.

A warm current also rose from the places his palms had caressed, meandering wildly within her.

She knew what was about to happen, but she didn't resist; instead, she was filled with anticipation.

She took a few deep breaths, her mouth slightly opening and closing, calling his name: "Mr. Wang…"

"Hmm."

"Could you, take a shower, please?"

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