After their intimate encounter, Ning Mei was flushed like she had been nourished by spring rain, exuding the charm unique to a mature woman.

Wang Dahai rested for a moment, then got up and dressed.

The two went upstairs, and as Wang prepared to leave, Ning Mei suddenly asked, "Do you have any plans for the weekend tomorrow?"

"Business trip."

"Oh." Ning Mei hesitated to speak further, her disappointment apparent, as if she had wanted to spend the weekend with Wang Dahai.

Wang asked, "Sister Ning, don't you have any plans for the weekend?"

Ning Mei forced a smile, "I don't have too many friends around."

Wang was quite surprised; her living conditions were quite lavish, and she shouldn't lack friends by any logic.

But upon further thought, her life was indeed somewhat dull and monotonous besides jogging and staying at home.

"You should head back," said Ning Mei without saying much more.

"Alright, then I'll be going."

Back at the company, Wang Dahai leaned against his car, idly scrolling through his phone.

In the blink of an eye, evening arrived.

After dropping off Wu Qiangwei at her home, Wang Dahai went to Liu Weiwei's place.

Zhao Xue was still living there.

However, Zhao Xue hadn't told Liu Weiwei that she was having dinner with Wang Dahai tonight.

"Wang!" Zhao Xue got into the car, visibly happy.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a Japanese restaurant.

After ordering, Zhao Xue said, "I have to go back to school tomorrow."

She seemed somewhat unhappy.

Going to school meant not seeing Wang Dahai for a while.

They probably wouldn't see each other again until the new year.

Wang Dahai smiled and said, "Going to school should be joyful. There are so many handsome guys; you should flirt if it comes to that."

Zhao Xue pouted, "Do you really want other men to pin me down?"

"Uh..." She was being pretty straightforward.

But thinking about the image she described did irk Wang a bit.

Yet he knew that there was no future between him and Zhao Xue.

It wasn't possible to maintain this unclear relationship forever.

Zhao Xue scooted closer to him, the soft curves beneath her cotton-linen skirt revealed surprising elasticity as she put her weight on him.

The restaurant's private tatami rooms were low and required sitting cross-legged, ensuring complete privacy as the waitstaff wouldn't come in uninvited.

Her nearness, as she leaned in and her breath brushed against his neck, was enough to spark ambiguous thoughts.

"Wang."

She spoke, and her breath on his neck tickled him.

"Just eat your food; why are you so close to me?" Wang Dahai shifted to the side.

Zhao Xue followed him like a persistent plaster; wherever he moved, she moved.

Wang Dahai gave up.

Zhao Xue giggled, "Wang, how did you 'take care of it' last night?"

Wang Dahai rolled his eyes, "I made it through."

"I don't believe it!" Zhao Xue huffed, "You looked so scary last night, your eyes so red, and... it was so hard, how could you possibly have made it through?"

Wang thought for a moment, then said, "Sister Ning called me over."

Zhao Xue was taken aback, then immediately understood what he meant.

She pouted, a small sense of sorrow hidden in her heart.

"Alright then." She turned her head away and silently continued eating.

As she ate, she suddenly began staring blankly at the ice cubes beneath the sashimi plate.

Seeing her stop eating, Wang asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?"

Zhao Xue didn't answer and picked up an ice cube, popping it into her mouth while glancing at his lower half.

Wang immediately knew what she was thinking, his eye twitching in response.

Her smile shy, Zhao Xue grabbed at his pants, attempting to tug them down.

Wang was terrified and quickly glanced at the private room's door.

Seeing she couldn't pull them down, Zhao Xue inserted her hand right inside instead, holding him firmly and looking at him triumphantly.

"Stop fooling around," Dahai whispered in a low voice.

Zhao Xue didn't speak, bent over, climbed on, and tugged open a slit in her pants.

The next second.

Dahai felt a strange sensation of cold and warmth mingling together, enveloping him.

Looking down at Zhao Xue's actions, he felt both helpless and a sense of freshness from this first attempt.

He gave up resisting, letting Zhao Xue try.

Some ten minutes later, Zhao Xue lifted her head, the ice cube in her mouth had melted into ice water.

She wiped the corner of her lips and, looking at Dahai's face displaying a comfortable expression, shyly said, "Wang, does it feel good?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then tonight..." Zhao Xue started to speak but stopped halfway, her face already blush-red like the sunset.

As for what she didn't say, Dahai knew it, even if he was a bit slow.

"You have school tomorrow, get some good rest tonight."

"Humph!" Zhao Xue turned away, annoyed.

After a while, she suddenly stood up, pulled open the private room door, and went out.

A few minutes later, she returned.

Dahai had also almost finished eating and said, "Let's go."

When they left the Japanese restaurant, Zhao Xue took the initiative to wrap her arm around his, saying, "Wang, can we take a stroll?"

Dahai glanced at the time and said, "We need to be back by ten."

"I know, you're more nagging than my mom."

Zhao Xue complained, walking happily down the street with him.

This area was bustling, filled with people, lights, and the colors of nightlife, all signs of modern life.

They walked on a sidewalk just outside a residential area's wall, where fewer people were around, only the streetlights along the road illuminating their path.

Around the corner and further ahead was a school.

The school had already turned off its lights, the area deserted, not a soul in sight.

"Wang, give me your hand."

Dahai extended his hand, and Zhao Xue pulled something out of her bag, clenched it in her hand, then stuffed it into his.

Something soft—what was it?

Looking down, Dahai's eyes nearly popped out.

Underwear?

Glancing at Zhao Xue, the young girl looked forward, not at him, and said, "I took it off in the store just now."

Dahai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he instinctively looked down at her lower body.

Did that mean there was nothing under her short skirt?

Zhao Xue's voice was full of temptation, like a little devil, "Wang, shall we go over there?"

Dahai looked up, across the street was an old residential area without even a security booth at the entrance, and the area inside was devoid of streetlights.

He didn't say a word, and Zhao Xue, pulling him, walked towards the opposite side; he hesitated for a moment but followed her.

After entering the residential area, Zhao Xue looked around and finally walked towards one of the apartment buildings.

Going into the stairwell, Zhao Xue led the way upstairs.

Raising his head, Dahai caught glimpses of the revealing view as she climbed the steps.

Under her skirt, the alternating honey thighs offered an unrestrained show.

They soon arrived at the rooftop terrace, and the summer breeze still held some heat.

The terrace was desolately empty, surrounded by darkness without any high-rise buildings in sight.

Zhao Xue turned around, stepped forward, and wrapped her slender arms around him, her warm cheek pressed against his chest, listening for a while before saying, "Wang, your heart is beating a bit fast, are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous," Dahai denied.

Zhao Xue grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh, "Is it soft?"

"Uh-huh."

"Go on, touch higher."

"No touching."

"Humph!" Zhao Xue grasped his hand and moved it upwards, trapping it with her legs.

With the sudden touch, Zhao Xue's body shivered, she let out a light moan, "Wang, I have to go to school tomorrow if you don't satisfy me now, I'll just go find another man."

"Go find one then, it's good to get rid of singlehood early."

"Fine! Since you said so, next time I'll find two!"

Dahai's mouth twitched wildly, then suddenly he parted her beautiful legs, penetrating unexpectedly, and Zhao Xue's body began to tremble violently.

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