Ning Mei hid the toy behind her back, her face, normally full of mature charm, now blushing like the evening sky.

Wang Dahai cleared his throat softly, avoiding any discussion of the object to spare any awkwardness.

Ning Mei quickly walked into a room, hid the thing well, and then came out.

The blush on her face had faded somewhat, but her cheeks remained rosy, adding a unique feminine allure to her.

"That, that barbell looks pretty good."

Wang Dahai changed the subject, pointing to the barbell and saying, "Can I use it for a bit?"

"You can use whatever you want."

Ning Mei looked at him with gratitude in her eyes, knowing he was deliberately changing the topic to save her from embarrassment.

Wang Dahai grabbed the barbell and did a few deadlifts.

Afterward, he tried a few other exercise machines.

Meanwhile, Ning Mei came up to the barbell, ready to do squats.

Seeing her about to squat, Wang Dahai quickly came over and said, "Let me help you."

Ning Mei didn't refuse, as these weighted squats can generally be done alone, as long as it's within one's bearable weight limit.

But having someone assist is clearly better, as it can prevent accidents like the barbell falling mid-exercise.

However, the posture required for this assistance is fairly intimate.

One has to stand directly behind the other, bodies almost entirely in contact.

Thus, physical contact is inevitable.

Wang Dahai stood behind her and moved forward slightly, trying to maintain a distance of about a fist's length from her body.

Still, Ning Mei could feel Wang Dahai's body heat.

She used to work out in a gym when she first started exercising.

Although coaches would protect her from behind, it was a public space, so she never felt awkward.

But this was at home, just the two of them.

This close proximity caused her to feel somewhat peculiar.

She grabbed the barbell, placed it on her shoulders, and started to squat.

Wang Dahai followed her movements, squatting down along with her.

As she squatted, Wang Dahai squatted right behind her, his hands also loosely holding the barbell.

As she stood up, Wang Dahai stood up too.

Despite trying to maintain distance,

their movements were somewhat out of sync, leading to occasional physical contact.

Ning Mei felt his pectorals brush against her shoulders and his lower body against her buttocks.

At first, it didn't seem like a big deal, but remembering that Wang Dahai had seen her forgotten toy, her heartbeat quickened.

The slight bodily contact sent a faint numbing sensation through her and a warm flow rose in her lower abdomen, making her uncomfortable.

Wang Dahai also reacted physically but forcibly suppressed it.

After several squats, Ning Mei said, "That's enough."

Wang Dahai immediately stepped back to do other exercises.

Ten minutes later, Wang Dahai was drenched in sweat, his thin T-shirt clinging to his body, defining every muscle contour.

Looking at Wang Dahai's sharp muscle lines, Ning Mei's heart pounded.

This young man's physique was outstanding.

For a woman of her age, it held an inexplicable attraction.

"Mr. Wang, you should take off your shirt and let it air out over here," she suggested.

"Okay."

Wang Dahai, also feeling uncomfortable in his clothes, had been wanting to take it off.

He removed his damp T-shirt and draped it aside.

Once the shirt came off, Ning Mei's eyes went wide.

The nearly perfect muscle definition was as if he'd stepped right out of a comic book.

Compared to her own husband...

She suddenly felt deflated.

Her husband, who usually didn't enjoy exercising and frequently socialized, always went straight to sleep when he came home.

It had been a long time since they'd had a conjugal life.

At this moment, as she watched the young man with a robust physique before her, Ning Mei's long-quiet heart began to quietly beat.

Seeing Wang Dahai walk to the barbell, ready to squat, she blurted out, "Mr. Wang, let me help you."

She walked behind Wang Dahai, protecting him just as he had protected her moments earlier.

But she was much shorter than Wang Dahai; her so-called protection was merely lip service.

Wang Dahai wanted to refuse, but then he thought, why turn it down when a beautiful woman is about to get close to him?

When he squatted down, Ning Mei was slow to react, and her abdomen was nudged by Wang Dahai's buttocks.

She quickly squatted down as well.

After a few squats, Wang Dahai suddenly felt a softness pressing against his back.

Behind him, Ning Mei, without him noticing, had initiated intimate physical contact.

Wang Dahai's heart fluttered, continuing his squats, while Ning Mei pressed even closer.

Eventually, she was almost completely clinging to him.

Her soft fullness pressed against his back, and her hands rested gently on his forearms.

It was less about protection and more like caressing him.

After doing a dozen or so squats, Wang Dahai whispered, "That's enough."

"Oh." Ning Mei's voice carried a hint of regret as she reluctantly separated from him.

Wang Dahai exhaled, sitting down on the floor with a thump, and said, "I need to rest for a bit."

Seeing Ning Mei also drenched in sweat and thinking of how she had intentionally contacted him, Wang Dahai said, "Miss Ning, would you like me to give you a massage to relax your muscles?"

Ning Mei was momentarily distracted, her interest piqued, and she smiled, "Sure."

"How should I do it? Do I need to lie down?"

"Yeah, just lie down on the yoga mat."

Ning Mei went to the yoga mat and lay down.

Her slim waist and plump buttocks created a stunning, eye-pleasing view.

Wang Dahai kneeled to one side, massaging her shoulders.

"Hmm~ that feels good."

"After exercising, your muscles are tighter, so a massage feels really good," he said.

Wang Dahai massaged diligently, moving on from her shoulders to her lower back and waist.

Looking at her round buttocks wrapped in quick-dry pants, Wang Dahai shifted to her thighs, continuing to massage her calves.

Soon, he was massaging her thighs.

And while massaging her thighs, his hands unintentionally made contact with her perky buttocks.

Ning Mei's buttocks quivered, and she let out a barely audible moan.

After massaging for a while, Wang Dahai suddenly realized she was aroused.

The quick-dry pants between her buttocks were damp.

And her body was slightly writhing in an increasingly restless manner.

Her legs involuntarily clenched tight, grinding lightly against her thighs.

Wang Dahai swallowed hard, just as he was about to probe further, Ning Mei suddenly said, "Mr. Wang, that's enough."

Wang Dahai paused his movements, inwardly disappointed, but he had no choice but to withdraw his hands.

Ning Mei sat up from the yoga mat, her face flushed, the redness spreading to her ears.

"Miss Ning, I..."

Wang Dahai was about to excuse himself, but Ning Mei interrupted, "Mr. Wang, lie down. I'll give you a massage too."

"Massage me?"

"You massaged me; I should return the favor," Ning Mei said. "Your muscles must be tense too. Let me help you relax."

"Then... thank you, Miss Ning."

Wang Dahai didn't know if she really wanted to massage him or had an ulterior motive.

But he would find out soon enough...

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