Wang Dahai curled up in Dahai's embrace, her heartbeat like the beating of a drum, thumping violently nonstop.
Once her heart rate gradually stabilized, Yan Ke gently adjusted her position.
She lifted her small face, looking at Dahai.
Dahai's breathing was steady, clearly asleep.
Yan Ke propped her head up again, her gaze hopping over to Vivi, who was sleeping beside Dahai.
Seeing that her movements hadn't woken the two, she silently lied down, her small hand reaching toward Dahai's arm, giving it a squeeze.
"Such solid muscles," she whispered with glee.
This was, after all, her first time touching a man's body, and at such close range.
After feeling his arm for a while, she moved her hand to his chest.
The well-defined, firm pectorals were irresistible to Yan Ke.
She was like a cat stealing a taste, freely exploring Dahai's body.
After caressing his chest for a moment, she mustered her courage, slipping her hand inside his T-shirt, touching his muscles without barrier.
The strong chest muscles, the taut abs, made her body go weak, the reaction intense, her breathing increasingly fervid.
She pressed her body tightly against Dahai, feeling the power of his sturdy frame.
After such fondling for a while, her hand moved lower, exploring down to his waist and slipping inside his shorts, touching Dahai's most vital part.
With a small hand measuring, that astounding touch instantly tensed her nerves.
She felt her body growing hot and going limp, her strength quickly draining.
She held it tightly, unconsciously beginning to stroke.
In just a few strokes, she felt it swelling in her hand.
It was astounding!
"What am I to do..."
"Should I, should I give it a try?"
Yan Ke was suddenly wavering. She had come here naturally wanting to have some sort of encounter with Dahai.
But now, she hesitated.
She and Zhang Jing were those early-bloomers, clear-headed, aware that their greatest asset was their beautiful bodies.
That was why they had many admirers in college but never dated anyone.
Those suitors were of ordinary families who, apart from providing costless care, could offer nothing else.
Although some well-off men had pursued them, they never paid them any attention.
It was simple—they had set their sights too high.
In the information age, they had seen too much of a world not belonging to their class on the internet.
A dazzling array could blind the best of us.
They considered themselves university students—young, beautiful, with great figures.
With their qualifications, they believed that dating a wealthy heir was their ultimate destiny.
So they wanted to preserve their untainted bodies, waiting for a higher bid.
A fine male like Dahai was precisely the kind of target they sought.
But now, Yan Ke felt uncertain.
It was not the fear of being discovered by Vivi afterward.
If she were to be discovered, so be it. She didn't care.
What she worried about was whether she could handle it.
After all, Dahai was still sound asleep, and everything would have to be done by her alone.
If she failed to gauge the right measure, if he were to reflexively act rough...
With such thoughts stirring in her mind, her uncertainty grew.
Ultimately, she decided against it.
She withdrew her hand and got out of bed from his embrace.
However, as soon as she sat up, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye—Dahai had opened his eyes.
Her body trembled slightly, nervousness rapidly spreading, sitting on the bed motionless, forgetting what she should do next.
Dahai hadn't been sleeping deeply; he had only just fallen asleep not long ago.
Upon opening his eyes and seeing someone sitting beside him, he was startled and almost cried out.
After a focused look, he found the face familiar.
Was this... Yan Ke?
What was she doing here?
Just as Dahai was about to speak and ask, he noticed that Yan Ke's eyes were closed, which made him wonder—could this woman be sleepwalking?
He stared at Yan Ke for a while, wanting to ask a question, then feared waking up Liu Weiwei and Zhang Jing.
If she saw this scene, she would probably misunderstand.
But he couldn't just let her sit there all the time, could he?
It was late at night, and she was only wearing such thin pajamas. What if she caught a cold and got sick?
So, Wang Dahai reached out and gently pushed her shoulder.
Yan Ke's heart panicked to the extreme; she had actually been caught...
What now?
Should she talk to him?
But what to say?
If he knew the purpose of her coming, he would surely feel disgusted with me, right?
It's said that men like proactive girls.
But it depends on how one takes the initiative.
The kind of girl who actively throws herself into bed, a man's first reaction is definitely not happiness, but shock.
After all, being so forward, in a man's eyes, there must be a problem.
Yan Ke felt like crying in her heart. How did things get to this point?
Feeling Wang Dahai pushing her shoulder, she didn't react at all, really not knowing how to respond.
Just as she was getting anxious, she suddenly heard Wang Dahai mutter to himself, "Sleepwalking is an illness, isn't it? Could something go wrong if you suddenly wake someone up?"
Sleepwalking?
Yan Ke was taken aback, then immediately overjoyed.
Right, I can pretend to be sleepwalking!
And, he also thinks I'm sleepwalking.
This is indeed a great excuse!
Yan Ke saw light at the end of the tunnel.
She immediately stood up, walked toward the direction of the window, and went straight to the window, just standing there with her back to Wang Dahai, looking outside.
Wang Dahai saw this scene and twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Sleepwalking was truly frightening.
Such a performance in the dead of night, anyone with a weak disposition would probably be scared to death.
After looking at the night scenery for a while, Yan Ke turned around, closed her eyes, stepped by step, walked to the side of the bed, and sat down again.
Then, with practiced movements, she grabbed the edge of the quilt, lifted it, and lay down.
"..." Wang Dahai looked at Yan Ke lying beside him, his skin crawling.
What was this girl up to?
Damn it, if she's lying here and they see it, what then?
Wang Dahai was on pins and needles, almost wanting to leap out of bed.
In the quiet room, Yan Ke seemed to hear Wang Dahai's heart beating desperately in his chest.
Was he nervous?
No, it should be panic.
Anyone suddenly encountering a sleepwalker lying next to them would panic.
Yan Ke suddenly felt like laughing, finding this prank all too amusing.
After lying there for a while, she suddenly turned over, adjusted her position, and raised an arm and a leg, draping them over Wang Dahai as if she was hugging a pillow, pulling with force into her embrace.
Wang Dahai didn't dare to move, letting her stick her fragrant body against his.
But her thigh, so unfortunately, landed right atop his groin.
His shorts tented at a visible rate.
Wang Dahai was rigid all over, with blood rushing faster through his veins.
Yan Ke, in her sleep, didn't know what she was dreaming about, but she was restlessly twisting her body, her hands unconsciously stroking his chest, her thighs rubbing up and down, repeatedly touching him.
Wang Dahai was close to tears.
Having a beauty in his arms should have been a happy thing, but he just couldn't be happy.
He only felt troubled.
If Liu Weiwei and Zhang Jing saw this scene, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't clear his name.
His brain raced, thinking of a way out.
He hadn't thought of a solution, but Yan Ke took it a step further.
Her hand reached for her own fullness, kneading through the pajamas.
Her lips parted slightly, exhaling a fragrant warmth, batting against Wang Dahai's face, teasing his already taut nerves.
Looking at the tender red lips so close at hand, Wang Dahai swallowed hard, and his body responded more quickly than his brain, leaning down to kiss them.
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