Zhang Jie was wearing a casual dress with her hair pinned up and an apron tied around her waist as she cooked in the kitchen, just like a wife waiting for her husband to get home from work, proper and dignified.

"You go tutor Yuan first; I'll call you guys when the food's ready."

Wang Dahai walked into the kitchen and asked quietly, "Mrs. Zhang, hasn't your husband come back yet?"

With her back turned to him, Zhang Jie's cheeks flushed, and she replied as if nothing was amiss, "No, he's still on a business trip."

Still on a business trip...

He glanced outside, "Is Miss Liang at home?"

"She went back."

After a pause, Zhang Jie added, "I told her my husband would be back tonight. If she asks you, don't let it slip."

Wang Dahai was confused for two seconds but quickly caught on, realizing why Zhang Jie had lied to Liang Jiajia.

With Liang Jiajia around, it wasn't convenient for her to do anything with Wang Dahai.

So, she made up an excuse to send Liang Jiajia home.

As for what she wanted to do, Wang Dahai knew all too well.

To speak the truth, the times he had been intimate with Liang Jiajia could be counted on one hand.

The last time she had been asleep, and while Wang Dahai had been satisfied, she had no recollection of it.

"Mhm, I got it."

Wang Dahai walked over, hugged her from behind, and gently nibbled her earlobe, his hand sliding under the apron, caressing her fullness and thighs.

Zhang Jie felt her body soften under his touch, her hips squirming, rubbing against Wang Dahai's treasure.

"Stop it, Yuan is still in the room," she whispered, her grip on the cooking spatula weakening, clattering against the pot.

"Mrs. Zhang, will Yuan still be home after dinner?"

"My mother-in-law is coming over to take her out."

"Naughty brother, stop touching, I'll let you touch all you want later."

"Mhm."

Wang Dahai suppressed the urge to take her right there and withdrew his hand, heading to the room to tutor Yuan in English.

At six ten, they had dinner, and Wang Dahai went back first.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Zhang Jie sent a message, telling him to come over.

By the time he arrived, only Zhang Jie was left in the house.

Just as Wang Dahai was about to embrace her, Zhang Jie said, "I'm all greasy; sit on the sofa for a while, I'm going to take a shower."

Wang Dahai sat on the sofa, his eyes constantly drifting toward the bathroom.

The sound of running water made it difficult for him to stay calm.

Soon, she finished showering and came out wearing only little intimates and a breezy, pure white tank top.

Her serene, adorable face was dotted with a few water droplets, and the black-framed glasses lent her an intellectual charm.

Just as Wang Dahai was about to get up, she suddenly went over to turn off the living room lights.

The living room plunged into darkness.

She walked slowly toward him, and even from a few meters away, Wang Dahai could hear her slightly heavy breathing.

Having not been intimate for over a week, she was a bit shy and uncomfortable, which is why she turned off the lights to ease her embarrassment.

She sat down next to Wang Dahai, and before he could reach out, she took the initiative to push his shoulder and said in a coy voice, "Lie down."

Wang Dahai obediently lay on the sofa, gazing at Zhang Jie in the dark as she took off his pants, spread his legs apart and straddled his thighs, grinding against him with the tenderness beneath her little intimates.

With her hands braced against Wang Dahai's abs, she panted lightly and said, "Naughty brother, next time don't mess with me while I'm asleep, got it?"

"Mhm."

"Hmph, naughty brother, listening to that wild Jiajia and doing that to me."

Wang Dahai felt a bit embarrassed but also curious, "Mrs. Zhang, did she tell you afterward?"

"She did," her face turned red.

Wang Dahai's heart raced at the thought; didn't it mean that both women knew each other's secrets?

Does that mean he really had a chance of being with both women...

Seemingly guessing what he was thinking, Zhang Jie humphed, "She said it, but I pretended not to believe. Don't think I don't know what's on your mind, humph, don't even think about it. Stinky little brother, you absolutely must not tell her about our relationship, got it?"

"Mmm, got it!"

Wang Dahai felt a sense of loss in his heart, he hadn't expected that, even now, she was still unwilling.

Pff!

Suddenly, Zhang Jie gently seated herself on his waist, and Wang Dahai felt his body sink, the warm haven instantly engulfing him, clearing his mind of all cluttered thoughts.

He reached out to hold her waist, feeling its tightness and smoothness, watching her movements up and down, her thin vest rising and falling with her ample bosom.

"So big~"

Zhang Jie gasped, it had been a long time since she had been intimate with Wang Dahai, and she was somewhat struggling to adapt.

But this full and stretched feeling made her head spin.

"Stinky little brother, do you like your sister's body, or do you like Jiajia, hm?"

Her figure swayed as she asked with emotion in her voice.

Wang Dahai sighed inwardly, women indeed liked to ask these questions.

Jiajia had just asked during the day, and now at night, it was Zhang Jie's turn.

With a roll, he flipped her over, holding her atop him, pushing deep inside her, so deep it made her tremble violently, crying out in disarray.

"Smack!"

He spanked fiercely, "Mrs. Zhang, still asking?"

"Ooh, I'm asking, stinky little brother... ah!"

Wang Dahai stood up directly, supporting her hips, and pounded fiercely, grabbing and deforming her plump buttocks.

"Still asking or not?"

"Stinky little brother, be gentler, ooh, not asking anymore, sister won't ask... ah, ah..."

After their passionate encounter, it was already eight in the evening.

Wang Dahai felt refreshed and quietly left.

When he got home, the two women had already returned. Liu Weiwei was sitting on the sofa with luggage at her feet, looking somewhat downcast.

Zhao Xue, on the other hand, was overjoyed, her face beaming with smiles.

Seeing him return, Zhao Xue hurriedly said, "Dahai, where have you been? Why are you just coming back now?"

"Went for a run."

Coming up with an excuse on the spot, Wang Dahai was about to inquire when Zhao Xue said, "Then can you take Vivi back home?"

Wang Dahai was puzzled, "You're leaving already?"

She had only been over for a few days, so why was she leaving now?

"Yeah."

Liu Weiwei lacked her usual liveliness as she stood from the sofa and said, "Wang, can I trouble you to take me home?"

"Okay, let's go."

Wang Dahai went over to pick up the suitcase while Liu Weiwei followed listlessly, and Zhao Xue didn't come along.

As they got in the car, Wang Dahai asked, "Why the sudden decision to go back?"

Liu Weiwei was silent for a while before saying, "Last night, Xue and I went to the bar, and my father found out."

Wang Dahai was stunned, her household did indeed have strict rules.

He was powerless to do anything about it.

When they reached her house, it was Bai Ruyi who opened the door.

Liu Weiwei timidly peered inside, whispering, "Is dad at home?"

"Your dad went to the gym."

Bai Ruyi sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement, then turned to Wang Dahai, "Dahai, thank you for your trouble, come in and have a cup of tea."

She was dressed in a short home outfit, her hair in an updo, elegant and graceful, warm and charming.

Facing her invitation, Wang Dahai found it difficult to refuse.

And the thought of her husband not being home stirred something quietly within him.

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