"Ah!"

Liu Weiwei hadn't expected Wang Dahai to be so audacious as to follow her inside.

She felt her body burn to the touch, soft and pliant, as if she were a pool of spring water.

"Wang Dahai, stop touching me, please, my mom is still at home."

Her eyes were misty, her body uncontrollably writhing, arousing the fire deep within Wang Dahai.

Wang Dahai whispered, "Is there surveillance in any other rooms besides the living room?"

"No more, ugh, your touching makes me so uncomfortable. Wang, please stop, alright? Wait until I see you out later, then I'll help you, okay?"

Being cooped up at home for so long, she too was bursting with frustration.

And with both parents at home, she didn't dare comfort herself, fearing the noise would be too loud or her parents might suddenly burst in.

This had caused her to bottle up a fiery energy, so sensitive that even the slightest touch was hard to bear.

Wang Dahai knew it wasn't right and hadn't truly intended to do anything. After a few touches, he let go.

Liu Weiwei quickly smoothed out her wrinkled clothes, poured some tea, washed some fruit, and came out with Wang Dahai.

She leaned on the sofa, casting a plaintive glance at Wang Dahai, who deliberately kept his distance.

Wang Dahai sat upright, not to mention getting handsy; he didn't even let his gaze wander, the picture of a gentleman.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated.

He checked it and saw a message from Liu Weiwei.

He looked up and saw Liu Weiwei giving him a playful wink.

"Wang, how have things been with Xue lately?"

Wang Dahai texted back, "Haven't seen her for a few days."

"No wonder you're so agitated. Seriously, Xue is your girlfriend. Doesn't she help you put out the fire?"

"She's been a bit busy lately."

Wang Dahai also wondered why Zhao Xue hadn't come over recently.

Was there a shadow lingering from last time, deterring her from coming again?

Yet, he had been careful to measure his actions last time, and his moves were gentle. Theoretically, that shouldn't have left any psychological scars.

"Why don't you break up with her, and we can be together."

Heh.

This woman really knew how to seize an opportunity to push him.

But his mind was clear.

Despite her flirting with him now, it was only because of his relationship with Zhao Xue.

If he hadn't been leveraging Zhao Xue, their relationship would be nothing more than nodding heads when they met; it certainly wouldn't have escalated so quickly, and she definitely wouldn't have used her mouth on him the first day they met.

If he really broke up, once her objective was achieved, she would probably kick him to the curb in a second.

The girl was young but played sophisticated games; talking about feelings with her was luxurious nonsense.

After all, he had only known her for a few days; what kind of feelings could there be?

Having understood this, Wang Dahai knew he couldn't fall for it.

"Don't ever bring this up again."

Leaving that message, Wang Dahai put away his phone, purposely putting on a stern face, appearing very upset.

He needed to approach this matter with seriousness, with firmness, to make her believe he wouldn't break up with Zhao Xue.

Even if she baited him with her body, it wouldn't sway him.

Only then could he keep her hooked more securely.

He might not be an old hand at these games, but when it came to playing tricks, a young girl like her was no match for him.

Mr. Liu's voice hadn't sounded from the surveillance again, so it was unclear if he had stopped watching or was just watching in silence.

The feeling of being constantly watched was quite awkward.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened, and Bai Ruyi came out in clean clothes.

Wang Dahai turned to look, feeling a tinge of disappointment.

She didn't wear yoga pants or a skirt, but just her usual home clothes, and they were long pants and long sleeves at that.

It seemed that with Mr. Liu not at home, Mrs. Bai was a bit wary of him.

Furthermore, each time after he massaged her, she would wake up to find herself wet down there.

He wondered, did Mrs. Bai notice something?

She came over for a sip of water and said, "Vivi, come in, let Dahai give you a massage too."

"No thanks," Liu Weiwei shifted her position, resting her chin on her knees and staring at the TV drama, "I want to watch TV."

"Just try it, Dahai is really good at it."

"No, no, I'm not sore anywhere. What's there to massage?"

Bai Ruyi felt a bit helpless; she wanted to call her daughter over for a joint massage.

It was that time of the day, just after a meal, when one is most likely to feel drowsy. With another massage from Dahai, her daughter would probably fall asleep.

Then, with Dahai being a bit bolder, something exciting might happen.

But Liu Weiwei was unwilling, which put her in a bit of a dilemma.

If her daughter slept beside her, she would feel more at ease.

But if she were outside, she would constantly worry about her daughter coming in at any moment.

Though that would be thrilling, it made her feel even more anxious.

Suddenly, Mr. Liu's voice came through the monitor again, "If your mom tells you to get a massage, just get it."

Liu Weiwei pouted, huffing, "Annoying."

Complaining aside, she still stood up.

"Alright, no need to complain. Dahai's massages are really comfortable, you'll know soon enough," Bai Ruyi said.

Mother and daughter headed to the room, and Wang Dahai said, "Mrs. Bai, you go ahead, I'll wash my hands first."

After all, with Mr. Liu watching, Dahai had to maintain a professional demeanor.

But he was also aware that no matter how professional his conduct, as a young and strong man, coming to someone's home to massage both mother and daughter, the husband would definitely not be at ease.

Dahai even suspected that Mr. Liu might suddenly come back to check on them.

He washed his hands slowly, his mind preoccupied with this thought.

When he reached the room, both mother and daughter were sitting on the edge of the bed, engrossed in their phones.

Seeing him come in, Bai Ruyi said, "You can start with Vivi, I need to prepare tomorrow's lessons."

She moved to a desk at the side and began to work.

Dahai acknowledged with an "Okay," and approached Liu Weiwei.

Liu Weiwei fixed him with a look, her large eyes filled with warning. As he drew close, she said, "Don't try anything funny, or else I'll never talk to you again!"

Wang Dahai nodded, knowing better than to try anything, even without the warning.

After all, her mother was right there.

Liu Weiwei lay down, dressed rather lightly in shorts and a T-shirt. Though not much skin was exposed, just the sight of her shiny, long legs was enough to stir desires.

Dahai didn't go any closer but stood by her side, massaging her shoulders.

"Oh, Wang, you're really good at this," Liu Weiwei said after a while, quite surprised.

Dahai smiled, "Not bad, I guess."

Since his livelihood depended on it, if he didn't have at least this skill, he wouldn't dare call himself the Gold Medal Masseur of the shop.

After about half an hour or so, having massaged her shoulders, back, waist, and legs, he was entirely proper throughout, without any misconduct.

Liu Weiwei hummed comfortably and gradually fell asleep.

Bai Ruyi appeared to be working, but her attention was on them all the time.

Watching Liu Weiwei chat with Dahai at the start and then fall silent, Bai Ruyi looked over to see her asleep.

She felt relieved.

"Mrs. Bai, I'm done on this side. Are you finished with your work?" Dahai looked over.

"All done."

Bai Ruyi closed her lesson plan and lay down naturally.

Dahai glanced quickly, his gaze suddenly pausing on her rounded hips.

Though she wore long pants, they were thin summer pajamas that outlined her underwear if they clung to her body.

But Dahai couldn't discern the outline of any underwear.

The fabric of the pajama bottoms was smooth.

Wang Dahai's heart skipped a beat. Was Mrs. Bai going commando under there?

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