"Huh~"

Wang Dahai leaned against the wall, caressing her cheek, his body and mind completely relaxed at this moment.

Lin Wanqiu's beautiful eyes brimmed with affection as she looked up at him.

Her eyes were full of love.

A moment later, she stood up, lifted her miniskirt, and her round buttocks spun beneath him.

Then she turned around, her waist went soft, and she collapsed onto the escalator.

Wang Dahai stepped forward, grabbed the skirt and lifted it, to find nothing underneath.

"Be gentle," Lin Wanqiu whispered.

"Mm!"

Wang Dahai held onto her hips, and thrust his waist.

"Ahn~"

Lin Wanqiu clutched the handrail, her consciousness blurring under his thrusts.

In the pitch-black corridor, tantalizing sounds emerged intermittently.

It was a long while before calm was restored.

...

Wu Qiangwei sat on the sofa, glancing at the clock now and then, feeling somewhat impatient.

Of course, she knew what Lin Wanqiu and Wang Dahai had been doing.

For some reason, the image of Wang Dahai and Lin Wanqiu being intimate filled her with a sense of suffocation and uncontrollable irritation.

At that moment, the door opened.

The two of them had returned.

Wang Dahai stood at the doorway without entering and called out, "Miss Wu, let's go."

Wu Qiangwei immediately noticed the odd way Lin Wanqiu walked, her legs clearly weak.

She grabbed her bag, put on her shoes, and left with him.

Wang Dahai wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt Wu Qiangwei seemed to be in a bad mood.

Who had upset her?

Had she argued with her husband?

Thinking about it, Wang Dahai realized he had never seen her on the phone with her husband, not even once.

And, having been away from home for so long, didn't her husband care?

He had heard from Zhao Xue that Wu Qiangwei had a good relationship with her husband.

But that wasn't apparent at all.

Twenty minutes later, the car entered the residential compound.

The two of them made their way home.

"Do you want to shower first, or shall I?" asked Wang Dahai.

Wu Qiangwei said, "There's a bathroom in my room."

Saying so, she returned to her room.

Wang Dahai sneezed, took some clothes, and went to freshen up.

When he came out of the bath, he heard some noise in the kitchen.

Just as he was about to go there, he saw Wu Qiangwei carrying a bowl out of the kitchen.

Wang Dahai asked, "Hungry?"

Wu Qiangwei put down the bowl and said, "Ginger soup, drink it."

"Hm?" Wang Dahai looked puzzled: "I've taken medicine."

"Leave it then!"

Wu Qiangwei grabbed the bowl and marched back to the kitchen, her irritable temperament signaling that someone had indeed upset her.

"Drink, drink, drink, I love ginger soup," Wang Dahai quickly took the ginger soup from her hands, and without caring whether it was too hot, he finished it in one go.

Wu Qiangwei's expression softened slightly, then she silently went back to her room to shower.

After drinking the ginger soup, Wang Dahai felt a bit feverish all over.

Although the woman couldn't cook, the ginger soup she made tasted quite authentic.

He returned to his room, turned off the lights, and lay in bed, struggling to fall asleep.

His mind kept going back to the words Wu Qiangwei had said the night before.

She asked me to come back to sleep today…

Does it have that implication?

As he was entangled in thoughts, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Wang Dahai's heart skipped a beat as he saw a graceful figure walk to the side of the bed and sit down.

Just as he was about to speak, Wu Qiangwei said, "Scoot over."

Wang Dahai's heart leapt with joy as he quickly made space.

Wu Qiangwei lifted the quilt and lay down.

The two were very close, their arms almost touching.

But Wang Dahai dared not to make any sudden move.

After a moment of silence, Wu Qiangwei asked, "Is your cold any better?"

"It's worse," he replied.

"Hmm?"

"Being sick is like that, there's always a process. It's bad at first, then it gets better after a couple of days."

"Oh."

"So, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, just a bit stuffy nose, a bit dry mouth."

"Very dry?"

"Yeah."

"I have lip balm, do you want to use it?"

"Uh, no need... Yeah, I'll use it."

He changed his mind at the last moment.

He prided himself on knowing Wu Qiangwei quite well.

Accepting her proposal was fine, but rejecting it could likely lead to an argument.

"Turn toward me, I'll apply it for you."

Wang Dahai turned his body, and before he could get comfortable, he saw her scooting closer until their faces were extremely near.

So near that he could feel her breath.

He blinked, and Wu Qiangwei blinked too.

Then, Wu Qiangwei leaned in even closer until her lips touched his.

Wang Dahai's eyes widened instantly.

He immediately felt her movements, gentle as she applied the lipstick evenly on his lips.

Is this her idea of lip balm?

Wang Dahai's mind short-circuited for a moment, then he felt relieved, grateful that he hadn't refused.

Just as he was about to embrace her, Wu Qiangwei suddenly released her lips and asked, "Is your mouth still dry?"

"Not... still a bit."

Wu Qiangwei's cheeks reddened as she continued, "Is your throat itchy?"

"Itchy!"

Wu Qiangwei kissed him again, this time sliding her tongue in and slowly exploring his mouth.

Wang Dahai reached out to embrace her but was gently tapped on the hand by Wu Qiangwei.

He was somewhat uncertain about what Wu Qiangwei was really after, but he was burning up, struggling to endure the heat.

Suddenly, Wu Qiangwei grabbed his hand and placed it on her fullness.

Given permission, Wang Dahai almost exploded with excitement, grabbing it without reservation and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Mmm~"

She moaned softly, her supple body climbing onto his.

Her round, full hips rubbed up and down against him.

A pair of small hands reached down, grasped his heat, and, closing her beautiful legs around it, clamped it firmly.

Wang Dahai couldn't take it anymore; with a swift movement, they switched positions.

He lifted her nightgown, parted her plump legs with his knee, and positioned himself at her entrance.

Feeling his heat approaching, Wu Qiangwei's tender body started shaking slightly.

Wang Dahai, grasping her pliant and slender waist, enveloped her tongue with his, and thrust deeply.

"Ah!"

Wu Qiangwei briefly let go of his mouth and let out a sound that was both painful and satisfied.

Wang Dahai bit her ear, kissed her neck, and licked her exquisite face as if he were savoring a piece of exquisite cake.

He thrust again and again, observing her furrowed brows, and a mix of pleasure and pain played across her face, filling him with a sense of utter satisfaction.

After the tempest of passion, it was deep into the night.

He lay on top of Wu Qiangwei, lingering for a long time without leaving.

Wu Qiangwei's voice was soft, "Is your throat still itchy?"

"A bit."

After saying this, Wang Dahai kissed her again.

After the commotion, it was hard to tell what ungodly hour it was.

Wu Qiangwei straightened her clothes, then prepared to get out of bed and leave.

Wang Dahai caught her arm, and Wu Qiangwei looked back at him, "What is it?"

"It's quite late."

"And?"

"Uh…" He wanted to say, why not stay and sleep here, but he thought better of it, considering their relationship was never clearly defined.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that Wu Qiangwei had no intention of breaking the ambivalence, preferring to maintain this unclear relationship.

He even suspected, if he addressed this ambiguity now, she might send him away.

Thus, stopping himself, he said, "My throat is still a bit itchy."

Wu Qiangwei's body visibly shuddered, evidently struggling to cope.

Wang Dahai said, "It's the weekend tomorrow, you can rest at home."

Wu Qiangwei glared at him annoyed, but ultimately responded with a soft murmur of agreement.

Wang Dahai pulled her into his arms, and Wu Qiangwei let out a light gasp, whispering as faintly as a mosquito, "Be gentle."

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