"No need."

Dahai quickly said, "I didn't bring any change of clothes."

Mrs. Qin said, "I'll get some for you in a bit."

"Oh, then Mrs. Qin, wait a moment."

Dahai opened the door a crack and handed out his clothes through the slit.

Mrs. Qin took the clothes and went to the balcony, tossing them into the washing machine.

Dahai had almost finished washing but had yet to receive any clothes from Mrs. Qin.

He had no choice but to open the door a crack and call out, "Mrs. Qin."

After a few seconds, he heard Mrs. Qin's footsteps hurrying over, then heard her apologetic tone, "Dahai, I'm sorry, but there are no men's clothes at home."

"...," Dahai twitched the corners of his mouth.

No, then why did you just say you'd get me clothes...

Mrs. Qin felt awkward and didn't know how to explain.

She had said it subconsciously, and only after putting the clothes in the washing machine did she realize that there were no men in the house; where would men's clothes come from?

Dahai hadn't realized it at the time either.

She usually lived alone, so how could there possibly be men's clothes in her house.

The atmosphere turned a bit awkward, and Dahai really didn't know what to say.

With no clothes, he had nothing to wear, so how could he go out and see people?

"Dahai, maybe... wrap yourself in a towel for now."

"Mm."

It was the only option for the moment.

The towel was too small, but it was fine to cover private parts.

He just had to keep holding it with one hand, or it might fall off.

Wrapped in a towel, he came out of the bathroom.

Mrs. Qin quickly averted her gaze and pointed to the room, "You should go back to your room."

"Mm." Dahai couldn't care about feeling awkward anymore; he'd talk about it after returning to his room.

When he walked into the room, something felt off.

This room seemed to be Mrs. Qin's.

If he slept here, where would she sleep?

He went back to the living room and saw Mrs. Qin had laid out a blanket on the sofa.

"Mrs. Qin, you go sleep in the room," Dahai walked over and said.

"I'll be fine on the sofa; you go back to sleep," Mrs. Qin shook her head.

Being the guest, it wasn't right to let him sleep on the sofa.

Dahai said, "Doesn't the house have two rooms?"

"The other room is my daughter's," Mrs. Qin replied.

"Go back to sleep, don't worry about me."

Saying this, she had already crawled into the blanket.

Seeing this, Dahai couldn't say much more and returned to the room to lie down.

The mattress was very soft, and the blanket was soft too, with a faint scent—it was unclear whether it was from the detergent or Mrs. Qin's own scent.

At any rate, it made him feel very relaxed and comfortable.

Gradually, he fell asleep.

In a daze, he thought he heard someone knocking at the door.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed; the knocking sound became clearer.

After a moment, he was sure someone was indeed knocking.

He got out of bed, went to the living room, and was just about to open the door when he suddenly heard Mrs. Qin's voice from the sofa, "Don't open."

Dahai asked, "Mrs. Qin, who is it?"

Mrs. Qin, clutching the blanket and shivering as if scared, shook her head in response.

The knock on the door lasted a few minutes, probably because no one responded, the person eventually left.

Although Dahai was curious, if Mrs. Qin didn't speak up, he couldn't keep asking.

However, when he returned to his room and lay down, the knocking started again after a short while.

Dahai was a bit exasperated and wanted to open the door to see who it was.

He remembered that Ruyi had mentioned that someone would come to harass Mrs. Qin.

It must be that person.

But he didn't know who it could be.

Moreover, Mrs. Qin didn't want to let him answer the door, which was quite strange.

The knocking would stop and then continue again.

Dahai was so annoyed that he couldn't sleep.

He came out from his room again and saw that Mrs. Qin hadn't slept either and was shivering as if she was very scared.

Dahai walked over and said, "Mrs. Qin, go to your room and sleep."

"No, no need."

This woman was too stubborn.

Dahai, irritable from the disturbance, didn't argue with her but directly unfolded the blanket and picked her up.

Mrs. Qin let out a soft cry, quickly covering her mouth, afraid of being heard by the person outside.

She buried her head in Dahai's chest, her heart beating fiercely.

Entering the room, Dahai put her down.

When Mrs. Qin looked up, she saw a naked Dahai, and her heartbeat intensified even more.

Just as Dahai was about to leave, Mrs. Qin suddenly grabbed him, "Dahai, don't go."

Dahai looked over puzzled, and Mrs. Qin turned her head and said, "I'm scared."

Was it because of the person outside?

Dahai hummed in response and sat down.

Mrs. Qin moved over a bit, and Dahai hesitated before lying down.

A whiff of fragrance entered his nose, stirring Dahai's senses slightly, and his body reacted.

At that moment, the knocking outside suddenly changed from "knock knock knock" to a violent "bang bang bang."

Mrs. Qin was frightened and clung to Dahai's arm, curling up in his embrace, trying her best to lean on him.

Her beautiful legs wrapped around his thigh.

The moment her voluptuous body pressed against him, Dahai's reaction grew even stronger.

He froze like a statue, not moving at all.

Dahai could feel that she was truly frightened.

After hesitating, he stretched out his arm to hold her, gently patting her back.

With his pat, Mrs. Qin leaned closer, wrapping her arms around his chest, her head resting under his chin, with one leg draped over him, unavoidably touching "that thing."

Mrs. Qin felt it too, but her mind was filled with fear and had no room to think of anything else.

All she knew was that Dahai's body gave her an immense sense of security.

"Mrs. Qin, who is knocking?" Dahai tried to distract himself, ignoring his body's response.

Mrs. Qin was silent for a long time before she said, "It's my husband's cousin."

This answer shocked him.

Mrs. Qin continued, "My husband passed away early, leaving behind some money and this house. Later, I moved my in-laws here, but they also passed away after a few years."

"After they passed, I lived here alone with my daughter."

"But not long after, the cousin's parents came asking for me to be with their son. I refused, and they cursed me."

"Later, I moved back to the city with my daughter, thinking that was the end of it, but he started harassing me."

"He harasses me by coming here every other day, asking to borrow money, claiming that the money and house belonged to his cousin and insisting I marry him or hand over the assets."

"I've called the police several times, but it was no use; they said it was a family dispute and couldn't interfere."

"Several times he even picked the locks; thankfully, the neighbors noticed, or else, I..."

At this, she softly began to cry.

After hearing this, three words entered Dahai's mind: ruthless exploitation!

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