Wang Dahai took a deep breath with all his might.

He had endured to his limits, yet Liu Lin still tantalized him like this.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier, his muscles tensing up, his every fiber straining with force.

Although Liu Lin had lent him a hand, that method was nowhere near enough to vent the raging inferno inside of him.

"Mrs. Liu, please take me back."

Wang Dahai suddenly said.

Liu Lin's movement stalled, taken aback.

She did not speak, but instead lowered her crossed, honeyed thighs, grasped the hem of her skirt which was already hitched up to the root of her thighs, and lifted it further.

With this lift, the view became explicit, the sexy little intimates were entirely exposed.

Wang Dahai sharp eyes noticed, that thin fabric was already somewhat muddied, she too had a reaction.

She silently leaned a little closer to Wang Dahai, her petite body pressing against him, her fine skin making contact with his arm, making him tremble.

Wang Dahai gritted his teeth, "Mrs. Liu, please, take me back."

He knew Liu Lin was still upset at heart and was deliberately provoking him with this tactic.

But he was not a pushover; although it was agony, he could still bear it.

Liu Lin simply did not respond; her little hand pinched the little intimates, inching them downwards. Wang Dahai turned his head away to avoid looking, but the sound she made painted a picture in his mind.

He felt Liu Lin's thigh brush against him; she seemed to have risen from the cushion.

Next, he felt his legs sink, as Liu Lin's soft buttocks pressed down on his thighs.

The warm sensation came seamlessly, clinging tightly to him.

Liu Lin hooked one hand around his neck, her lips close to his ear, her voice brimming with seduction, "Do you want it?"

Wang Dahai, teeth still clenched, stubbornly replied, "I don't!"

"Hmph!" Liu Lin thrust her lower abdomen forward, the warm sensation instantly becoming more oppressive, exciting him to the utmost point.

"If you don't want it, then we'll just slowly rub."

Like a mischievous little girl, Liu Lin wrapped her arms around his neck, her supple waist moving back and forth, ceaselessly grinding against him.

This left him hovering on the brink of pleasure, yet unable to cross the threshold.

Wang Dahai felt he was about to collapse, but he still stubbornly bit down, refusing to relent.

Observing Wang Dahai's resolute and stubborn face, Liu Lin suddenly felt a surge of anger and, lowering her head, she bit down viciously on his shoulder.

"Hisss!" Wang Dahai was in pain, but he remained silent.

Liu Lin then looked up and, clasping his head in her hands, slowly shifted his face towards hers, unreasonably pressing her lips against him.

"Mmm~"

At the instant their tongues intertwined, Liu Lin softly moaned, the frustration built up over many days venting out as her waist moved even more intensely.

After a frenzied kiss, Liu Lin released him, breathing heavily, she demanded, "You little brat, do you want it or not?"

Wang Dahai did not speak. His hands, which had been at his sides, grasped her plump behind, lifted it up, and then let go.

The enveloping sensation that followed allowed Wang Dahai's nerves, pent up for over half an hour, to finally be released.

He flipped over, their positions reversed—Liu Lin hung on him like a koala, leaning back against the cushion, reveling beneath him.

"Ooh, gentle, be gentle... Ah!"

Wang Dahai could care less; his tempestuous onslaught quickly reduced Liu Lin to nothing but cries of release, unable to bother with anything else.

For more than an hour, they went at it three times; as soon as one session ended and Liu Lin barely had a moment to catch her breath, Wang Dahai relentlessly continued his assault without a pause.

When Wang Dahai finally stopped, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, Liu Lin had already collapsed in the back seat, drenched in sweat, her skirt thoroughly soaked.

"Mrs. Liu..."

"Don't call me that."

Liu Lin sat up, tried to stand but found her legs too weak to muster any strength and shot him a venomous glare.

Wang Dahai felt guilty and dared not look at her.

Just now, it seemed he might have gone a bit too far.

An hour or so, even an iron man couldn't withstand such torment.

But he couldn't be blamed for it; Liu Weiwei had gotten some medicine from somewhere, and its effects were so potent.

Liu Lin rested for more than ten minutes before she finally had the energy to start tidying up.

She quickly arranged her hair and clothes then returned to the driver's seat, driving toward the residential community.

On the way, Wang Dahai tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

What exactly were they now?

The car entered the community and stopped under the building where Jiang Rou rented her apartment.

"Mrs. Liu, I'm sorry to have troubled you tonight," Wang Dahai said, pushing the door to get out.

Liu Lin suddenly asked, "Are you working at Qiangwei's place now?"

Wang Dahai stopped his movement to open the car door and hummed in response, "I'm her driver."

Liu Lin said, "Many customers have been asking for you lately."

Wang Dahai caught the implication in her words.

Was she hoping he would return?

To be honest, he was usually just driving Wu Qiangwei around.

And occasionally dealing with Zhang Yue and Chen Die, but he had a lot of free time otherwise.

And then there was Hu Quan's wife, and Lu Wen, who would look for him from time to time.

He pondered for a moment and said, "I'll come to work when I have time."

That was the answer Liu Lin wanted.

Between people, there were no insurmountable conflicts, especially with their kind of relationship.

Liu Lin might not care if she never interacted with him again, but she somewhat missed the physical experiences with Wang Dahai.

Or maybe it was a bit of both.

In any case, their conflict had dissipated tonight.

Wang Dahai got out of the car and walked toward the apartment building. He didn't go upstairs, waiting until he was sure Liu Lin had driven off before turning around and going outside again.

By the time he brought the car back to Bai Ruyi's house, it was already past ten in the evening.

He rushed to Lin Wanqiu's place, this time not knocking but directly unlocking the door with the code.

The living room light was on, and Lin Wanqiu was leaning on the couch, head tilted, fast asleep.

Wang Dahai tiptoed inside, changing his shoes and creeping closer, only then noticing that Lin Wanqiu seemed to have changed into a new set of clothes.

Her long legs were wrapped in black tights, with gray over-the-knee loose socks slouching around her ankles, a black pleated skirt that just covered the top of her thighs, a short-sleeved white blouse, and a khaki cardigan worn over it.

This outfit exuded youthfulness and cuteness to the extreme.

It was a significant departure from Lin Wanqiu's usual jeans and white shirt, creating a stark contrast.

If her regular attire gave off a cool and aloof vibe, then now she looked like a youthful student.

Lin Wanqiu's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Upon seeing Wang Dahai in front of her, her sleepy eyes suddenly brightened.

"You're here," she said, trying to stand up, but since she was just waking up, she had little strength and slumped to the side.

Wang Dahai quickly steadied her, saying, "I was held up by something."

He felt quite bad inside, but it was an accident, beyond his control.

Lin Wanqiu didn't mind and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry..."

"Gurulu."

Lin Wanqiu's stomach suddenly made a noise, and she said with a bit of embarrassment, "I think I'm a little hungry."

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