Wang Dahai thought he was hearing things and stood still for a long while without responding.

It was only when Wu Qiangwei walked over and supported him that he snapped out of it.

He remained silent, letting her guide him into the bathroom.

"Take off your underwear and sit down," she said.

Wu Qiangwei pointed at the toilet.

"Oh," he replied.

Perhaps it was because of the illness, Wang Dahai was a bit slow to react and obediently sat down.

Wu Qiangwei turned on the shower, and hot water quickly filled the room with steam.

Her face was somewhat red, whether from facing a naked Wang Dahai or from the heat of the room, it was unclear.

She held the showerhead and began to rinse his body.

After a while, she picked up the soap to lather him up.

As she scrubbed, she eventually reached his lower body.

"I can do this part," he said.

"Just sit still," she responded.

"Oh."

"Spread your legs," she commanded.

Wang Dahai silently spread his legs and watched her crouching below him, carefully wiping his body, which involuntarily aroused a response from him.

While Wu Qiangwei was soaping him up, she suddenly noticed his reaction, and her cheeks flushed even more, muttering, "Thinking of all sorts of nonsense while you're sick."

Wang Dahai bitterly replied, "It's a physiological reaction; I can't control it."

"Hmph!" Wu Qiangwei seized the opportunity to say, "So you do have a reaction to me?"

Wang Dahai fell silent.

After a good while, Wang Dahai said, "Do you want to wash up too?"

"I've already washed."

"But your clothes are all wet. Wash up, or you might catch a cold going out like this. I don't want to get sick again and then have you fall ill too."

Wu Qiangwei didn't reply; after rinsing all the foam off his body, she handed him the showerhead, "Hold this."

He took it, and then saw Wu Qiangwei, taking off her shoulder strap, slowly peel off her damp nightgown.

Seeing him staring straight at her, Wu Qiangwei couldn't hide her bashfulness.

As her nightgown came off, her almost perfect delicate body came into view.

On her porcelain white tender skin were the various marks he had left the previous night.

Her plump firmness, resembling peach tips, intensified Wang Dahai's reaction all the more.

Wu Qiangwei stood facing him, then suddenly asked, "Do I look good?"

Wang Dahai, in a daze, nodded: "You look beautiful."

"Who looks better, me or your girlfriend?"

"You."

"Really?"

"Not really."

"Wang Dahai!" Wu Qiangwei, furious, stomped her foot and then suddenly slipped, looking like she was about to fall.

Wang Dahai quickly caught her in his arms and sat down with a thump.

"Ouch!"

The sudden pressure pained him so much that he grimaced.

Wu Qiangwei felt it too—it had not been a light fall—and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

As she was about to stand up, Wang Dahai said, "Let me lather you up."

Wu Qiangwei hesitated for a moment, then hummed an agreement, not getting up but continuing to sit on him.

"Could you, uh, shift a little?"

"Hmm?"

"You're on top of me; it's quite painful."

Wu Qiangwei's face flushed again, and she slightly adjusted her position, turning to sit with her back to his thighs.

In this position, their lower bodies were perfectly aligned.

Wu Qiangwei pressed her legs together, her body trembling slightly with a warm current at the root of her thighs—but whether from the bathwater or something else, it was unclear.

Wang Dahai took the soap and meticulously scrubbed her back.

He scrubbed slowly, and Wu Qiangwei, knowing he was doing it on purpose, didn't rush him.

Finally finishing her back, Wang Dahai said, "Turn around."

Wu Qiangwei gradually, pressed against his thighs, turned her body around.

Sitting down facing him, she inevitably had to spread her legs.

No matter how collected she usually was, she felt a shy need to lower her head at this moment.

Her hair was dotted with droplets of water, and her little face was steamed to a rosy pink by the hot air.

Not a single flaw could be found on that face.

Wang Dahai seldom looked at her so closely.

Although he found her beautiful in the past, most of the time he could not stand her personality.

But somehow, during this period of interaction, he had developed a different kind of affection for Wu Qiangwei.

Now, as he looked at her face, he found himself unable to look away.

Seeing that he hadn't reacted for a while Wu Qiangwei couldn't help raising her eyes, only to meet his gaze directly.

Wu Qiangwei's eyes flickered with panic as she looked away and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Cough," Wang Dahai also diverted his gaze, wiping as he added, "My mind was a bit blank."

As the soap slid over her ample curves, Wang Dahai found it hard to move his hands away.

The position they were in also made him feel uncomfortable.

"Are your lips still dry?" Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked.

Wang Dahai nodded repeatedly, "Dry! Very dry! My throat is also itchy and uncomfortable."

Hearing his somewhat eager response, Wu Qiangwei almost couldn't suppress a smile.

"Then let me apply some for you."

"Mmm!"

The soap in Wang Dahai's hand was almost crushed.

He watched as Wu Qiangwei gathered her wet hair to one side, exposing her smooth, pale neck.

Her beautiful eyes met his.

The atmosphere suddenly became romantically charged.

Wu Qiangwei stuck out her pink tongue, gently licked her lips, then looking into his eyes, she slowly leaned in and kissed him.

The instant her tender tongue slipped inside, the soap fell from Wang Dahai's hand, and he wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

As the kiss deepened, Wang Dahai lifted her ample hips.

The next second, they joined as one.

Half an hour later, Wu Qiangwei's chin rested on his shoulder, panting softly.

Wang Dahai leaned against the toilet, holding the soft and voluptuous body in his arms, wanting to keep holding her forever.

"Are you done washing?" Wu Qiangwei asked softly.

"Yes," Wang Dahai grabbed the soft flesh on her waist, saying, "But I want to wash a bit longer."

Wu Qiangwei could clearly understand the implicit meaning in his words.

"I'm a bit tired, I don't want to wash anymore."

From last night until now, she didn't know how many times Wang Dahai had been vigorous with her.

This little pervert was really an animal, still so vigorous despite being sick.

"You're still sick, don't wash for so long."

Wu Qiangwei stood up from him, feeling a bit weak in her legs.

She grabbed the towel, wrapped it around her body, wiped her hair, and then walked out.

Wang Dahai also casually wrapped a towel around himself and followed her out.

Just as they put on their pajamas, the doorbell rang— the takeout had arrived.

Wu Qiangwei had ordered a lavish meal, both meat and vegetables.

Wang Dahai originally had no appetite due to his illness, but after the bath, his appetite suddenly surged.

After eating and drinking their fill, Wu Qiangwei said, "Let's go to sleep."

Looking at Wu Qiangwei, who had now changed into jeans and a T-shirt, Wang Dahai suddenly said, "It's a bit cold."

"Cold?"

"Yeah, I think I have a fever."

Wu Qiangwei instinctively reached out to touch his forehead but quickly withdrew her hand.

"Then you better get into bed quickly."

"Oh."

Wang Dahai returned to the room and lay on the bed.

Wu Qiangwei brought over a thermometer, "Let's check."

A few minutes later, Wu Qiangwei looked at the normal thermometer and frowned, "Cold?"

"Cold." Wang Dahai shivered, his teeth chattering.

Wu Qiangwei found it strange—no fever, so why the cold?

But Wang Dahai's response was indeed that of feeling very cold.

She suddenly remembered how Wang Dahai had used his body to warm her when she had a fever.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Wu Qiangwei fetched a thick blanket.

Wang Dahai was dumbfounded.

But the next second, he saw Wu Qiangwei undoing the button of her jeans.

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