"What, what are you doing."

Yan Jing got startled and pushed his hand away.

"Take off your wet clothes if you don't want to get sick."

"But..."

She was somewhat troubled, as the area was remote, and it was pouring outside. It was just after five, and the sky had already darkened.

There were only two of them in the car, and if she took everything off...

"You'll get sick like this; it will be very troublesome later," Dahai said gravely.

"Then, then you turn around."

"Mhm."

Dahai turned his head, and the sound of rustling reached his ears.

A few minutes later, Yan Jing said, "Do I need to take off my shirt too?"

"Yes."

After a while, she asked, "What about, about my bra?"

"Everything needs to come off, and your skirt too."

"But..."

"It's up to you to decide."

Mr. Wang didn't bother with excessive words.

Yan Jing bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears, looking a bit resentful.

But in the end, she stripped off those things too.

"I'm done," she said quietly.

Dahai turned his head, and nearly had a nosebleed.

The only thing left on her was a pair of little intimates.

The little intimates were wet and clung to her skin.

She wrapped her arms around her chest, her already delicate body appearing even more vulnerable in her pose and expression, inciting a desire to wrap her in an embrace and treasure her.

"Cold."

At that moment, she wasn't filled with coyness, just felt cold.

Dahai came to his senses and said, "Come to the back seat."

He opened the car door and moved to the back seat.

As he sat down, Yan Jing was stretching a leg from the passenger side toward the back seat.

But due to the cramped space in the car, as soon as she moved one leg, she got stuck in an awkward position, not able to move any further.

"I can't get through." She was cold and weak, and now trapped, nearly on the verge of tears.

Dahai's eyes flamed with desire at the sight of her position...

One leg on the front passenger's seat, the other in the middle of the back seat, and her body clothed only in a pair of little intimates.

In this position, her body's curves were perfectly displayed.

Between her legs, the delicate plushness covered by the intimates was also tantalizingly visible.

"I'll help you."

Feeling parched and tongue-tied, Dahai reached over to support Yan Jing's waist, bearing some of her weight as he pulled her from the front seat.

As soon as she reached the back seat, she lost balance and fell over. Dahai quickly caught her in his arms.

Being so cold, she snuggled into Dahai's body like a little kitten.

The softness of her body and her light fragrance immediately aroused him.

And she, curling up and leaning against him, felt his sudden erection pressing against her buttocks.

"What's that?"

She looked down in confusion, noticed the tent, and her face turned red instantly. She instinctively tried to pull away from his embrace.

"Don't move."

Dahai held her tight and said, "You just got soaked in the rain; you can easily get hypothermia. I'll dry your body, and then you can use my body heat to warm up."

"Okay." She responded shyly.

Although they've had intimate relations before, she still felt uneasy.

Dahai held her close, took out a tissue, and began drying the rainwater on her body.

Neck, shoulders, collarbone...

His hands brushed over every part of Yan Jing's body.

And with each area she passed, her body trembled slightly.

Especially when brushing past her breasts and below, her reaction was intense.

"There's a bit too much moisture here; it's best if you take off your underwear."

Wang Dahai's tissue, as he wiped a few times in her valley, just never seemed to get it dry.

Yan Jing's face flushed so deeply she dared not look at him, her little intimates were certainly wet, but the water he was wiping was not rainwater, but her own.

That naturally couldn't be dried off completely.

Both of them were well aware of the truth, but Wang Dahai pretended not to know, and she tacitly didn't expose it.

Thus, Yan Jing reached out to take off her little intimates, but the space inside the car was too small, and the position was inconvenient. After several attempts, she said, "Mr. Wang, could you help me?"

"Sure."

Wang Dahai set aside the tissue, lifted her body up, and placed her on his lap, grabbed the little intimates with one hand, and easily slipped them off.

With that, she was completely naked.

"Wait a moment."

Wang Dahai did not take advantage of her but quickly took off his clothes and then removed his pants.

Yan Jing watched somewhat dazed until she came back to her senses and saw Wang Dahai was now only wearing his underwear, sitting in front of her.

"What, what are you doing?"

Her heartbeat accelerated fiercely, flustered yet filled with anticipation.

"I'll use my body heat to help you recover first."

Wang Dahai opened his arms and wrapped them around her again.

Yan Jing had no strength left, so she allowed Wang Dahai to manipulate her into any position.

The two embraced tightly, with only a pair of boxer briefs between their bodies.

But these briefs were stretched taut by Wang Dahai's reaction, pressing against her full buttocks.

As they hugged, Yan Jing truly felt her temperature returning, no longer feeling as cold.

However, the position was incredibly embarrassing, and she was filled with shame.

"Take your hands off, hold onto my shoulders; more body contact will help you recover faster," Wang Dahai said.

She hesitantly unfolded her arms that were crossed in front of her chest, and as she released them, her breasts playfully bounced before pressing tightly against Wang Dahai's chest.

She wrapped her arms firmly around Wang Dahai's shoulders, squeezing her softness against him.

"Mr. Wang," she called out softly.

"What is it? Are you uncomfortable?"

"It's not that..." She shook her head and said, "Don't tell my boyfriend about what happened today."

"I know."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wang Dahai took the clothes he had removed and draped them over her back.

Feeling this considerate detail, Yan Jing felt a warmth in her heart.

She curled up in Wang Dahai's arms, her sensitiveness bare below, constantly secreting a warm flow.

And Wang Dahai's member was just trapped between her legs.

As time passed, the physical reactions of both did not subside but became more turbulent like a tide.

But both were desperately trying to contain themselves, neither moving, just silently maintaining the posture.

"Mr. Wang."

"What is it?"

"I'm a bit cold."

"Where's the cold?"

"Down... down there."

Wang Dahai immediately grabbed a pair of shorts, covering her bottom: "How about now?"

"Still cold." Her voice was full of shy reluctance, her tenderness rubbing against the large treasure as she did so.

He instantly understood what Yan Jing really meant and lightly took a breath, saying, "Then... I'll help you."

Yan Jing naturally knew what he meant by that answer. She was silent for several seconds before she softly hummed in agreement.

Wang Dahai said no more, he slowly pulled down his underwear and gently lifted her buttocks.

She surprisingly cooperated by raising herself, and the moment they made contact, Wang Dahai realized she was already overflowing like a tide.

He drew a deep breath, holding her buttocks and gently pressed down.

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