Wang Dahai knew that when the woman said she didn't want to owe him anything, she was somewhat insincere.

Her desires were too strong, and she had experienced his prowess.

Despite having learned from Lin Wanqiu that she was very loyal to her boyfriend, preferring to soothe herself rather than stray,

she ultimately couldn't resist.

That's why she had found an excuse to not owe him anything.

He didn't expose her.

Yan Jing looked at Wang Dahai's imposing figure, her heart pounding rapidly, her blood flowing faster, making her feel her body heat up and her cheeks burn.

Her legs couldn't help but rub together gently, seeking that fleeting pleasure.

She reached out and gripped it.

The moment she held it, it felt as though an electric current ran from her palm throughout her body.

Her small mouth involuntarily opened slightly, letting out somewhat heavy breaths.

She licked her lips, her hand moving up and down, both of them silently maintaining their sitting positions.

Wang Dahai quickly scanned the living room's decor; he hadn't noticed last time, but this time he saw that many photos of the two of them were placed around.

She and her boyfriend seemed to travel often, with pictures of them hiking, at the beach, and in other cities.

In the pictures, the young couple both had enviable smiles on their faces.

It was evident that they were deeply in love.

On the coffee table in front of him, there was also a photo, in which the man was lifting the woman in a princess hold, the moment frozen as they were about to kiss.

Yet now, his girlfriend was helping him.

"Buzz~"

Suddenly, Yan Jing's phone on the coffee table vibrated.

Startled, she quickly let go and grabbed the phone.

Wang Dahai noticed her face turn very tense and guessed that it was probably her boyfriend who had called.

"Don't speak."

"Mm."

Yan Jing took a few deep breaths, composed herself, then answered the call.

"Hello, Chen Yang, yeah, I'm at home, much better today."

"I ate already, ordered takeout… mm, no need to come back. Oh right, Xu Xixi brought over my clothes and stuff; I even offered him tea…"

As Yan Jing spoke more naturally, she passed the mobile phone to her left hand, then sneakily glanced at Wang Dahai and her right hand reached out again and grabbed him.

Wang Dahai was somewhat surprised. This woman…

He had always felt that Yan Jing was introverted, a bit of a social phobia sufferer.

But now, he realized he didn't understand this woman at all.

She was actually helping him while on the phone with her boyfriend...

It seemed she also enjoyed the thrill.

"Later, after he leaves, I will come to the hospital to find you. You have to wait for me there."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Jing exhaled softly, seeing that Wang Dahai was watching her, her cheek blushed, and she said, "I need to go to the hospital later, I'll help you finish quickly…"

She clearly sped up, but after more than ten minutes there was still no reaction.

She bit her lip, suddenly let go, and said, "Lean back a bit."

Wang Dahai felt a guess forming in his mind, hummed an agreement, and leaned his entire back against the couch, leaving enough space.

She stood up from the couch, walked in front of him, and crouched between his legs with her legs under the tight skirt slightly bent.

After making some adjustments, she ultimately knelt down on the floor.

Looking at Wang Dahai's densely hairy thighs and the firm lines of his muscles, so different from her boyfriend's somewhat out-of-shape flabby build,

this kind of physique was more arousing to her.

She picked up a hair tie from the coffee table, gathered her long hair from her shoulders, and tied it into a bun.

Then holding it, she lowered her head and began to work.

"Ah, that feels good," Wang Dahai exclaimed.

Hearing his praise, Yan Jing seemed somewhat proud and got even more enthusiastic with her actions.

Her little tongue kept scraping and rolling, making him gasp now and then.

About fifteen minutes later, just when her mouth started to feel a bit sour, Wang Dahai suddenly gasped, "I'm about to come!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jing suddenly stopped, then swallowed it all, gripping tightly.

A strong suction made Wang Dahai surrender instantly.

A thick wave of affection made Yan Jing choke momentarily, but she endured it.

After a few seconds, she spat it out and quickly ran toward the bathroom.

"Phew~"

Wang Dahai leaned back on the couch, completely relaxed.

A while later, she returned, her lips still wet with un-dried droplets.

"Thank you."

Wang Dahai stood up from the couch and expressed his thanks.

"It's nothing, I just didn't want to owe you anything."

Yan Jing spoke a bit uncomfortably.

Wang Dahai, however, gave a bitter smile and said, "But now, I owe you instead."

"Ah? What do I owe you?"

"You could have just used your hand, but you went ahead and..."

Yan Jing immediately understood what he meant and quickly shook her head, "No, it's alright."

"No, it isn't."

Wang Dahai insisted, "You don't want to owe me, and I don't want to owe you either."

He took out his phone, "Let me transfer you some money."

"No need, really, no need."

"You don't want to take money..."

Wang Dahai looked troubled and said, "then, how about I help you out?"

"Ah!"

Yan Jing was startled, her heart thumping even more intensely than before.

"No need..." She instinctively wanted to refuse, but her heart wanted to agree.

Wang Dahai noticed her reaction, saw that she was clearly tempted, and said, "Let me help you. That way, we are even and won't have reasons to meet again."

"Then... it's troubling you."

Her heart was filled with anticipation.

Wang Dahai looked at the sofa and asked, "Do you want to lie down, or stay on your knees?"

Yan Jing didn't speak, just silently walked to the sofa and slowly bent over it.

Wang Dahai approached from behind, eyeing the skirt stretched tight like a ripe peach, the hem taut against her thighs with just a modest, dark gap where nothing could be seen.

He moved closer, grabbed the hem, and slowly rolled it up.

As the hem rolled up, the concealed thighs gradually revealed themselves.

When the hem was completely rolled up to her waist, her plump buttocks were fully exposed to the air.

The black little intimates etched sexy marks.

The fabric covering her canyon was already damp as a swamp.

He pulled down the little intimates, hitching them around her thighs.

This pose sent Wang Dahai's desire soaring to its peak, ready to ignite.

He took a deep breath and slowly took off his pants as well.

Yan Jing was wound tight, his fingers accidentally brushing her skin made her itch.

The thought of him using his mouth on her filled her with anticipation.

But then, she heard a strange noise.

Yan Jing turned her head and saw him pulling down his pants, the fierce heat approaching her tender flesh.

Her mind went blank until Wang Dahai grabbed her waist, pulling her back slightly to arch her buttocks higher. She suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed to block him with her hand.

"What are you doing... Ah!"

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