"Then I'll go back and get you some clothes to bring over," Chen Yang said.

"Bring my makeup over, too."

Yan Jing pulled him to the doorway, whispering, "And take a few more pieces of underwear."

After Chen Yang left, Yan Jing returned to the living room, suppressing the unusual emotions in her heart, "I'll be staying here for the next few days, sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's nothing."

Wang Dahai smiled and shook his head, but inside, he was also looking forward to it.

Around eleven o'clock at night, Chen Yang came back, delivering Yan Jing's clothes and cosmetics, before leaving.

Close to midnight, as Wang Dahai was preparing to go to his room to rest, Yan Jing suddenly came out of hers.

Seeing Wang Dahai glance over, she quickly looked away, saying, "She broke up with her boyfriend."

"Hmm, I know."

"Her boyfriend asked me to come over and talk to her, but it seems to be of no use. I don't know why she wants to break up, I think her boyfriend is quite good."

"Hmm." Wang Dahai didn't voice his opinion on such matters.

Then she said, "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Could you keep an eye on her? She just cried for a while and is asleep now. I'm worried she might cry again when she wakes up."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Mhm."

Yan Jing raced into the bathroom, and soon the sound of water splashing could be heard.

Wang Dahai stared at the bathroom door, his thoughts aflutter.

Last time, something wonderful had happened between them in that bathroom.

Her petite yet curvy figure still lingered in his mind.

After about fifteen minutes, the sound of water stopped, and Yan Jing suddenly cracked the door open a bit, softly calling out, "Mr. Wang, are you there?"

"Yes, what's up?"

"I, I forgot to take my underwear and pajamas. Could you bring them to me?"

Wang Dahai paused for a moment, then realized that she had indeed gone to shower without taking anything with her.

He couldn't help but wonder if she really forgot, or if it was intentional?

"Okay."

"Thank you. My intimates and pajamas are on the bed, you'll see them as soon as you enter the room."

"Alright, okay."

Wang Dahai walked into the room, Xu Xixi was indeed asleep, her eyes still swollen.

At the edge of the bed, several sets of clothes were neatly laid out.

On top of the pajamas was a sexy black thong.

He picked it up, sniffed it forcefully, and a faint scent of soap was noticeable.

Seeing how the clothes were placed, he really began to suspect that Yan Jing might have intentionally left them.

Was she deliberately creating an opportunity for him?

He grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom door.

"I've got your clothes, open the door a bit."

"Mhm."

Yan Jing extended a fair, water-droplet adorned arm and clasped the clothes in her hand.

As Wang Dahai passed the clothes to her, he deliberately slid his finger down her arm.

She visibly shivered and quickly took the clothes inside.

A few minutes later, she came out in a somewhat cool and sexy nightgown, her hair ends wet and dripping.

Seeing that Wang Dahai was still sitting on the sofa, she hesitated for a moment before approaching him, "Mr. Wang, thank you for taking me to the hospital last time."

"It was on the way, no need to keep mentioning it."

"But I don't want to owe you anything," she said softly.

Flames were flickering within Wang Dahai as he had interacted with her enough to understand the implication of her words.

But then Yan Jing's conversation took a sudden turn, "I have a gas card here, you can take it and use it later."

Wang Dahai was taken aback, disappointment flashing in his eyes.

He shook his head, "That's not necessary."

Yan Jing seemed anxious, she went back to the room to get the gas card and hurried over to hand it to him, "It's just a small gesture of my gratitude."

"Really, it's not needed."

Wang Dahai shook his head, and as they were going back and forth, Yan Jing accidentally hit her shin on the corner of the coffee table.

She cried out in pain and crouched down, seemingly in distress.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Dahai hurriedly squatted down and saw a bruise forming on her calf at a visible rate.

"Sit down." Wang Dahai helped her to the sofa and then went to get a bottle of medicinal wine, sitting next to her.

Without a word, he grabbed her right leg and placed it on his knee.

"No need, you, put my leg down quickly."

Yan Jing was incredibly embarrassed, her little face now flushed and glowing.

Moreover, her nightdress was already short, and as her leg was lifted, the fabric slid to the top of her thigh.

A mere glance could reveal the beautiful view within.

"There's a bruise here, if we don't deal with it quickly, it will leave a mark."

Wang Dahai purposely made it sound serious, and sure enough, she stopped fidgeting.

"I'll rub it for you, dispersing the bruise will make it better."

He poured the medicinal wine into his palm, rubbed his hands to warm it, then gently massaged the bruised area.

"Uh, it hurts a bit."

She hummed softly, biting her lip.

"Bear with it a little, it will soon stop hurting."

True to his word, as Wang Dahai massaged the area, the pain quickly eased, replaced by a faint tingling sensation, as if stimulated by an electric current, very soothing.

The bruise was visibly dispersing a lot.

"It's done."

Wang Dahai then put her leg down and said, "You'll be fine after resting for a couple of days."

"Hmm, thank you."

Looking at her calf after the massage, Yan Jing felt even more troubled.

Initially, it had only been about the fuel card, but now, she owed him more and more.

She turned her head to glance at Xu Xixi's room, biting her lip, her beautiful eyes closing slightly.

After two seconds, she opened her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "Mr. Wang."

"Hmm, what's wrong? Does it still hurt?"

Wang Dahai had just put away the medicinal wine and washed his hands when he looked over upon hearing her.

Yan Jing stood up, gave him a complicated look, and then, without a word, turned and walked toward the room.

Wang Dahai felt somewhat baffled, called by her yet she said nothing.

It was only when he saw Yan Jing entering his own room that he froze and suddenly understood.

He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, took several deep breaths, and then walked over.

Entering the room, he saw Yan Jing sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, her small hands pinching the hem of her dress, and her waist-length hair making her look as clean and untainted as a fairy.

Wang Dahai's throat felt dry as he slowly approached her.

As Wang Dahai drew nearer, Yan Jing's heartbeat also sped up, almost leaping out of her throat.

Her bright eyes held a misty layer, a springtime fervor so thick it seemed indissoluble.

"Mr. Wang," she said, her voice trembling.

"Yes, I'm here."

"Turn off the light."

"Oh, okay."

Wang Dahai hurried to turn off the light; having just come over, he heard her say, "Close the door."

"Okay."

Wang Dahai went to close the door.

The room was plunged into darkness, lit only by the moonlight from outside the window and the streetlights from the complex.

"Can you pull the curtains shut?"

"Yes."

Wang Dahai patiently pulled the curtains, and with that, the room was enveloped in complete darkness.

Guided by memory, he walked in front of her and slowly squatted down to be on her level.

In the pitch-blackness, neither could see each other's face, but they could clearly feel each other's warm breath and the heavy sound of breathing.

"Mr. Wang..."

"Yes?"

"You, be gentle."

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