Shouts from the living room sent a shiver down Wang Dahai's entire body.

Zhou Qian beneath him tensed up as well.

Wang Dahai withdrew his tongue, panting heavily as he looked at her.

He recognized that voice—it was Zhou Qian's boyfriend.

"Qianqian!"

The shout rose again.

Her boyfriend had called, but Zhou Qian hadn't answered.

After entering the house, he only saw Zhou Qian's phone but no sign of her.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, obviously untouched by sleep.

He searched around the house and eventually found, in the washroom, water all over the floor along with Zhou Qian's discarded clothes.

But where was she?

Where had Zhou Qian gone?

The man was puzzled and somewhat anxious.

He returned to the entrance hall; Zhou Qian's shoes were all there, not a pair missing.

This was even more bizarre.

The phone was at home, the shoes as well.

But the quilt in the room hadn't been disturbed.

So where was she?

The man approached Jiang Rou's room and knocked on the door, "Jiang, are you home?"

No answer came.

He grasped the doorknob—it was locked from the inside—and he couldn't push it open.

He then went to knock on Wang Dahai's door, "Mr. Wang, are you home?"

Wang Dahai didn't dare breathe.

If he found out that Zhou Qian was here, and that she was so intimate with him, he'd probably go mad.

Zhou Qian was equally tense, her body rigid.

Normally, in such situations, a woman would push the man away.

But Zhou Qian didn't push him away.

Far from it, she wrapped her arms around Wang Dahai's back even tighter and initiated a kiss.

At the same time, she arched her waist and pelvis, inviting Wang Dahai to enter.

Wang Dahai felt a surge of indescribable excitement.

Her boyfriend was just outside, yet she was so forward.

What kind of thrill was this woman seeking?

He didn't move rashly, merely continued to kiss her.

He didn't know Zhou Qian well, though he had accidentally overheared her being intimate with her boyfriend, knowing that she was usually shy during sex, hardly making any noise.

But to Wang Dahai, that was because her boyfriend was incompetent.

So, he restrained himself, only bringing her beautiful legs together, rubbing against her wet and delicate self.

With each rub, she was stimulated, waves after waves of pleasure making Zhou Qian's body tremble slightly.

Time passed, and eventually Wang Dahai heard the sound of a door opening and closing.

Her boyfriend must have left.

Wang Dahai hesitated no longer, reaching down to part her thighs and found the right spot.

Zhou Qian knew he was about to enter her.

Her body calmed for a moment, but very soon, she madly responded, her soft and sweet tongue stirring in his mouth.

Wang Dahai pinched her waist and sank his hips, entering slowly and steadily.

"Mm!"

Zhou Qian's breathing suddenly quickened, a stifled moan escaping her, as her stirring tongue seemed to lose strength.

Her arms around him tightened, her nails dug firmly into his back, leaving behind trails of marks.

Wang Dahai pulled his tongue back, and Zhou Qian's red lips opened, releasing an exceptionally soul-stirring moan.

"Ah~"

She seemed to use all her strength with that cry.

Wang Dahai did it on purpose; he just wanted to see Zhou Qian's reaction.

As he expected, it wasn't that she was uninterested in these things; indeed, it was her boyfriend who couldn't satisfy her.

When Wang Dahai finally united with her, that extreme tightness enveloping him stirred his very soul.

He clearly felt Zhou Qian's contraction, her delicate tenderness, and the boiling of her emotions.

Zhou Qian's eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes fluttered, and her legs, which had been spread, had at some point come back together. Every muscle in her body was straining, her body rigid, trying to ease the pain that was delightfully penetrating her soul.

Such an experience was beyond words.

All she knew was that her boyfriend had never given her this.

Wang Dahai remained still for a good ten seconds or more before he slowly withdrew.

Zhou Qian's breathing visibly eased.

But then, Wang Dahai moved again.

"Ah!"

Zhou Qian's just relaxed hands suddenly clasped him tight again, her body trembling violently.

At this moment, her emotions were incomprehensibly complex.

She knew she had finally taken this step.

But she didn't regret it.

She only knew it wasn't her fault.

She shouldn't have been like this.

The amplification of her emotions seemed to have stimulated her tear glands, and she began to cry.

Wang Dahai didn't see; he was busy sucking on her fullness, exploring every part of her body to give her the most exquisite experience.

"Ah, ah~"

Zhou Qian's moans were like interwoven notes, especially melodious, like music from heaven.

This was entirely at odds with her usual image and demeanor.

Yet, it was this contrast that provided Wang Dahai with even greater psychological stimulation.

More than half an hour later, Wang Dahai lay on top of her, his heavy body making it difficult for her to breathe.

He propped himself up on his arms, taking most of his weight off her, looking down at the woman beneath him.

Zhou Qian's eyes were red; she wiped the corners of her eyes.

Halfway through, Wang Dahai noticed she was crying. He stopped, but Zhou Qian didn't want him to pull away.

Wang Dahai could somewhat discern the complex emotions in her heart at that time.

He offered no comfort.

She was a mature woman; she knew what she was doing and understood why she was doing it.

After supporting himself for a while, Wang Dahai lay back down again.

Zhou Qian saw he hadn't left for a long time when she looked up, and then felt his body weigh down on hers again.

Before she could react, she suddenly noticed the flame that had just died in him flicker once more.

Zhou Qian was stunned, and a strange emotion suddenly rose in her complicated heart.

How could he… be ready again?

They had just finished.

Before she could prepare herself, she felt her body lighten as Wang Dahai lifted her up from the bed, her legs wrapped behind his waist.

Then she saw the bed recede from her as Wang Dahai took to the floor.

Her body was entirely suspended in the air, held like a doll in Wang Dahai's embrace.

His hand moved down, and she plummeted, instantly filled to the brim.

"Ah!" Zhou Qian cried out, and her mouth was promptly sealed by Wang Dahai.

Like a tempest, Wang Dahai was relentless; she felt like a tiny boat adrift on the ocean, violently struck by waves.

Her lucid consciousness was shattered in an instant, her eyes glazed, her cries swallowed by Wang Dahai.

After more than ten minutes, the storm finally abated.

Her consciousness gradually returned. At some point, Wang Dahai had sat on the bed, with her seated on his thighs.

She thought it was over.

But Wang Dahai was still holding her tightly, showing no intention of pulling away.

As he kissed her body, Zhou Qian could feel his peculiar obsession with her body.

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