Wang Dahai's mouth was full of toothpaste foam as he faced Zhou Qian's invitation. He lost his senses for a moment and stood frozen in place, like a statue.

Zhou Qian stood still, her gaze calmly fixed on him.

Despite being completely naked, she carried herself openly, without a hint of discomfort or shyness.

It was as if she was having a simple conversation with a friend.

This momentarily gave Wang Dahai a cognitive illusion, as if Zhou Qian inviting him to the restroom was about discussing some serious matter.

Suddenly, he came to his senses and swallowed the toothpaste foam; a coolness washed over his throat.

"You..."

However, before he could ask anything, Zhou Qian had already turned back and walked under the shower.

She slightly tilted her head back and closed her eyes, as the warm water sprinkled on her cheeks and flowed down her chin.

The water formed a transparent layer over her body, sacred yet sensual.

She was not very tall, about one meter sixty-five, but her body proportions were near perfect.

Her calves were lean, her thighs fuller, and her legs noticeably longer than those of an average woman.

Her full, pert buttocks were prominent, and even without striking a deliberate pose, one could clearly see the hot curvature of her buttocks from the side.

Her breasts, perky and high, had nipples that pointed slightly upward; the water trickled there and then changed course.

"If you're not coming in, close the door," Zhou Qian said with her eyes still closed, her tone as calm as ever.

Wang Dahai was torn inside.

He didn't understand why Zhou Qian wanted him to come in, but the dual impulses, both mental and physical, left him no time to think too much.

Following his instincts, he put down the toothbrush, quickly rinsed his mouth with a cup, and then stepped into the restroom.

"Close the door."

"Oh."

Wang Dahai obediently shut the door.

The temperature rose with the rising steam, quickly filling the restroom.

Though he had entered, he still stood by the door, unsure of what to do.

Zhou Qian, eyes still closed, raised her hand to grab the soap and extended it toward Wang Dahai: "Help me scrub a little."

"Okay..."

Wang Dahai's voice shifted nervously.

He took the soap and instinctively stepped closer, only realizing when the shower hit him that he was still fully clothed.

Being so close, his clothes were definitely going to get wet.

But he couldn't care about that now.

He positioned himself about half a meter behind Zhou Qian, holding the soap, and gently scrubbed along her shoulders.

When his palm touched her body, he felt her skin tense slightly.

She didn't seem as indifferent as she appeared.

She was nervous too!

Only then did Wang Dahai finally have time to ponder why she was doing this.

She was drunk.

And clearly, she had entered the wrong room.

He had barely spoken a few words with Zhou Qian and hardly knew anything about this woman's personality. Based purely on first impressions, she was a cool and intellectual woman.

She was calm, mature, and rarely got angry.

A woman like her wouldn't let herself drink to excess.

Unless she encountered some trouble.

For someone like her to feel troubled and drown her sorrows in alcohol, it had to be something serious.

Moreover, her method of solving troubles included drinking but also apparently involved trying to initiate something with him...

Wang Dahai quickly found the answer in his mind.

It seemed there was a crisis in her relationship with her boyfriend.

He didn't ask directly to verify his guess.

There was no need.

Zhou Qian clearly wanted something to happen between them, probably to disperse her worries and ease her inner turmoil.

If she wanted to confide in someone, she would naturally seek out others, not him, a man she had only seen a few times.

So, was she using him as a tool to vent?

A flood of information entered Wang Dahai's mind, and after a thorough analysis, he understood the key point.

However, the answer he arrived at made the corners of his mouth twitch slightly.

But on second thought, he felt he wasn't at a loss.

He focused his mind, watching the woman's figure in front of him.

Her hair was wet, sticking to her shoulders and back.

Her ears were delicate, her profile even more exquisite, flawless from any angle.

Wang Dahai's reaction was intense, but Zhou Qian didn't seem to take any initiative.

He suddenly realized he was being a bit slow.

This woman clearly lacked experience.

Moreover, in such matters, women rarely take the lead.

Considering she had already been proactive enough to let him in.

So, I should take the initiative then.

He wiped every part of his back thoroughly.

"Should I wipe down there?" he lowered his voice as much as possible, so as not to disturb her inner peace.

Zhou Qian made a soft sound of agreement, her voice noticeably different.

Wang Dahai crouched down, wiping her lower back.

There were two distinct dimples on her waist, prompting Wang Dahai to fantasize about gripping her waist with his hands, his thumbs on the dimples, thrusting vigorously, imagining how wonderful the experience must be.

The soap moved down from her lower back to her buttocks.

Her body shook slightly more, but soon calmed down.

Wang Dahai noticed that even her toes were tensed, clearly agitated inside.

Wang Dahai took his time, calming his mind as the soap skillfully traversed in his hands, wiping over and over again.

Then, he moved downwards along the roots of her thighs, all the way down to her ankles.

After finishing, he moved around to Zhou Qian's front.

By this time, his clothes were completely soaked.

He stood up, Zhou Qian sensing his presence in front of her, her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes trembling but still not opening.

Wang Dahai suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on his trousers.

Zhou Qian understood his intention.

She had already made up her mind by inviting Wang Dahai in.

She was a woman with a firm resolve, never regretting her decisions.

Even if the decision was terrible, she wouldn't regret.

Thus, without any hesitation, she pulled down Wang Dahai's trousers.

Watching her actions, the last stone in Wang Dahai's heart fell.

He actively stripped off his clothes.

Only his underwear remained.

Zhou Qian's hand, placed on his underwear, continued to pull down.

But during the process, there was resistance.

She instinctively opened her eyes and looked down, curious why they wouldn't come off.

When she saw the bulging contour, she was enlightened.

Despite Jiang Rou talking about Wang Dahai's prowess, no verbal description could shock her as much as seeing it with her own eyes.

She closed her eyes again, a blush rising on her cheeks, either from the hot water or from shyness.

She grasped the underwear, lifted it a bit, then pulled down, this time without encountering any obstacles.

The two stood openly facing each other.

Zhou Qian's face was composed, yet her breathing was heavy.

Wang Dahai held the soap and placed it on her collarbone, wiping gently.

After the collarbone, he wiped across her chest.

He didn't take advantage of the situation; it was a very normal wiping.

Yet, the more normally he wiped, the more nervous Zhou Qian became.

Zhou Qian felt like a criminal awaiting judgment.

Knowing the judgment was inevitable, but the waiting made her feel anxious and uneasy.

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