"What's the matter?"

"Can you come in for a moment?"

Her voice was filled with shyness.

Dahai's mind lightly shook, and with a hoarse voice, he grunted and pushed the door open.

Under the hot water, Xixi stood elegantly, her porcelain-white body like a delicate and beautiful piece of china.

With her back facing Dahai, she said, "I don't have any strength in my hands, can you help me lather the soap?"

"Mmm."

He closed the door and came over, picked up the soap, and lathered a layer of foam on her delicate skin.

The warm water washed away the foam, making her already porcelain-white skin even more tender.

After finishing with her back, he moved on to her arms.

Once he had finished with her arms, she had turned around.

Seeing her firm and full breasts like bamboo shoots in spring, Dahai's throat shifted, gripping the soap as he caressed her front.

As he passed over her breasts, the soft fullness made his spirit tremble lightly.

Afterward, he slowly knelt down, finished lathering her abdomen, and seeing that she remained silent, continued downward to lather her beautiful legs as well.

Finally, he reached the beautiful patch of grass.

"Dahai," she suddenly spoke.

The hand Dahai had on the patch of grass paused slightly as he looked up at her.

Xixi turned her head, whispering softly, "I still have a fever."

Dahai immediately understood her implication, put the soap back, and without a word, used the warm water to rinse the foam off her body.

He slowly stood up, his clothes and pants almost soaked, and beneath his shorts, had already risen prominently.

Just as he placed his hands on his waist, Xixi suddenly said in a trembling voice, "Let's go to the room."

"Mmm."

He figured Xixi must be tired from standing too long due to her sickness.

He turned off the hot water, grabbed a towel, and helped dry her body.

Seeing him carefully drying her body, Xixi couldn't help but think of Fang Jian.

They say you see a person's true character when you break up.

This time she really saw it.

Fang Jian came to her company yesterday and said a lot of unpleasant things.

She knew he spoke in anger, but words spoken are like water splashed; they can't be taken back.

She thought she and her boyfriend could break up peacefully, but it turned out to be difficult to avoid clichés.

After changing into dry clothes, the two went to the room, where Dahai took off his wet clothes and pants, and lay down in bed with her.

He didn't start touching her immediately but first checked the temperature of her forehead, saying, "It's still a bit hot."

Seeming to sense his concern, Xixi said, "Be gentle."

"Mmm." Dahai turned sideways, and she turned as well, facing each other.

Dahai took off her underwear, lifted her thighs onto his waist, slowly leaned in to kiss her lips, while his right hand caressed her buttocks.

The temperature inside the blanket quickly rose, as did the atmosphere, and their emotions escalated along with it.

His hand had moved from her buttocks down to the tender grass below, and after caressing a few times, he inserted his fingers inside.

It was still somewhat burning hot and as tight as ever.

Her body writhed like a snake, her thighs resting on his waist tightened around him.

Dahai gradually quickened his pace, the squelching sound was as pleasant as heavenly music.

"Ah, ah~"

She arched her neck, and Dahai lifted her onto himself, took her perky breasts into his mouth to suckle, while his other hand gripped her slender waist.

Xu Xixi suddenly twisted her body and withdrew his fingers from inside her.

Her soft and tender body slowly slid down from Dahai's body, all the way down to his lower part.

She grabbed his erection, swiftly stroking it a few times before turning around and straddling his chest with her beautiful legs.

Looking at the snow-white, dough-like buttocks so close to his face, Dahai reached out to pinch her waist, pulling her closer until the tender view below her fragrance was right before his eyes. He extended his tongue and savored it to his heart's content.

"Ah~"

She moaned in pleasure, rapidly stroking his heat while she took the fierce head into her mouth.

At that moment,

the sound of the code lock beeped, and the door was pushed open.

Yan Jing entered with her handbag.

Just as she entered the living room, she heard moaning and groaning coming from the room.

Following the sounds, she immediately walked over.

Listening at the door, Yan Jing knew that it must be Xixi comforting herself inside.

Today, when she went to work and found that Xixi hadn't come, she called and texted her with no reply, so she rushed back to check.

And there she was, indulging in such an act at home.

They had just broken up, so how could she be in the mood for this?

Was it a special way of venting emotions?

She suddenly remembered that she had done the same on the day she and her boyfriend had argued about breaking up.

At the time of the breakup, she felt very empty and sad inside.

And then, Dahai was taking such good care of her, she naturally felt the need to rely on Dahai, and in a moment of impulsion, something happened that shouldn't have.

Compared to her, she thought Xixi was much better; at least she didn't debase herself by having a random man beside her.

However, listening to Xixi's soul-eroding moans, she strangely felt stirred, immediately picturing Dahai in her mind.

"How can I think about him!"

She hurried back to the living room, but there was only Xixi in the house, though with the door closed, the sounds were still so clear.

Images of Dahai, and what had taken place in the car last night, continuously flooded her mind.

After having dinner with her boyfriend last night, they went home and had a wonderful night.

If her boyfriend had been a bit more capable, it would have been even more wonderful.

That way, she wouldn't have constantly thought of Dahai while being intimate with her boyfriend.

"He picked me up last night and even helped me keep warm..."

Without realizing it, Yan Jing's hand was rubbing between her legs as she muttered to herself, "I, I should not do this again, I can't."

"But, he helped me last night; I can't owe him anything."

"No, I can't betray Chen Yang, he's so good to me."

Yan Jing struggled internally, feeling some pain.

Yesterday, she had been so determined to sever ties with Dahai completely, not to contact him again.

But last night after being intimate with her boyfriend, her resolve wavered once again.

Because after experiencing Dahai's prowess, besides feeling guilty and emotionally attached to her boyfriend, she had no physical desire.

Especially, since yesterday she got intimate with Dahai, and again with her boyfriend later that night.

When her boyfriend entered her, she felt nothing at all.

Her body was gradually taking the shape of Dahai's.

"Ah, ah~"

Her mind was a blur, and her bodycon skirt was soaked through at the back.

At that moment, the noises from the room ceased.

Dahai came out of the room, only to see Yan Jing sitting on the sofa, her legs clenching her right hand, moaning softly.

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