"Feel good?"

Zhou Qian suddenly asked.

Dahai's movements paused as he looked up at her.

The lust in her eyes had long faded, leaving only pure cleanliness, a sanctity that made him feel somewhat dirty by comparison.

He knew many women, but Zhou Qian was the only one who could make him feel such cleanliness and purity.

Even though he had just been intimate with her, exploring every part of her body.

But now, looking into her eyes, that cleanliness was still so clear.

Yet now, faced with her sudden inquiry, Dahai didn't quite know how to respond.

Pleasurable, of course, it was pleasurable!

But he felt that to say that would be too frivolous.

Seeing he didn't speak, Zhou Qian asked again, "Did you like how I sounded just now?"

Dahai: "..."

What kind of provocative talk was this?

It was clear that Zhou Qian was venting her emotions.

It looked like it was still because of her boyfriend.

Dahai suddenly felt a bit jealous, a sense of defeat.

Zhou Qian hadn't been intimate with him because she liked him.

After all, they had only met a few times, and the words they had exchanged didn't amount to half a day's conversation with her boyfriend.

The reason she did this was simply to vent.

She was using him as an emotional release tool.

Although he wasn't at a loss, mentally, it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing that he still was silent, Zhou Qian chuckled lightly, as if mocking herself.

She looked down and saw on her full breasts the bite marks Dahai had left.

Then she looked further down, and afterward, she placed her hands on Dahai's shoulders and pushed up slightly, lifting her body a bit.

Dahai thought she wanted to get off, so he reached out to support her.

But the next second, her arms on his shoulders relaxed.

Her body sat down entirely again.

"Ah~"

Zhou Qian moaned tremulously.

Her red lips parted in front of Dahai, her voice nearly sounding in his ear.

Just that one move made Dahai react once more.

Zhou Qian hooked her arms around his neck, her clean, clear eyes gazing at him.

She extended the tip of her small tongue, gently licking his lips, then moving down bit by bit, finally reaching his chest, lightly licking and nibbling.

Dahai's whole body shivered, as if currents of electricity were passing through him.

Zhou Qian's knees rested against the bed, her hips moving up and down rhythmically.

She looked up at Dahai again, panting, "Feel good?"

Dahai still didn't speak, but she was relentless, "Does it thrill you?"

Seemingly noticing Dahai grappling with his thoughts, she suddenly let out a bell-like laugh, and she rocked her hips even faster.

Her slender waist was devastatingly effective, and Dahai felt like he couldn't last much longer.

"Do you think that I should be very reserved?"

"In your mind, am I a clean, innocent girl, right?"

"So, like this, you can't accept it? Does it shatter your fantasy?"

Dahai's forehead vein twitched slightly; this woman was very perceptive, guessing what he was thinking just from his reaction.

"Heh."

Zhou Qian didn't offer any explanation, just chuckled lightly and, the next second, her moans grew louder, more sensual.

She fully displayed the flexibility of her body, writhing in his arms like a serpent, giving him an extreme experience.

Under her initiative, in less than twenty minutes, Dahai let out a low roar and surrendered.

After nearly two hours, Zhou Qian was also seriously depleted of energy.

She now hung onto his body not moving, panting heavily.

After resting for a while, she got down from Dahai.

As soon as she landed, her legs were unsteady.

Dahai rushed to support her, "Your clothes are in the room, I'll take you back."

"No need."

Zhou Qian pushed his hand away, steadied herself where she stood for a while, then went barefoot to open the door.

Her walk was slightly odd, and anyone who had seen it before knew something had happened to her.

Wang Dahai felt he had been a bit too rough.

But he really couldn't help himself.

The temptation from Zhou Qian was just too strong.

He flopped onto the bed, after more than an hour of hard work without even having breakfast, he was exhausted.

The events of the morning felt like a dream to him, too unreal.

But the residual warmth on the bedsheet told him it was all real.

After lying down for a while, he got up, put on a set of clean clothes, drew back the curtains, and came out of the room.

He glanced at Jiang Rou's room; she was nowhere to be seen and not at home.

Then he looked toward Zhou Qian's room, the door closed tight.

He thought about going over to chat with Zhou Qian but didn't know what to say.

As he hesitated, the door opened, and Zhou Qian emerged.

She had changed into clean clothes.

Light blue jeans, a plain white T-shirt, very ordinary clothing, yet her fresh, natural, and pure aura, like a blooming gardenia, left Wang Dahai faintly amazed.

"Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?" Wang Dahai still decided to ask.

Zhou Qian walked to the entryway and bent to change her shoes, not lifting her head as she said, "It's none of your business."

Well…

Wang Dahai felt pretty awkward.

After Zhou Qian put on her shoes, she left without any further interaction with him.

This deepened Wang Dahai's sense of frustration.

He had thought that after such an intimate encounter, Zhou Qian would feel something more for him.

But it seemed he had been wishful thinking.

She simply saw him as an outlet for release.

Even if it wasn't him, it would have been someone else.

Wang Dahai even questioned whether, if she had been out drinking the night before, she might have not cared if she encountered a homeless man.

Wang Dahai felt quite bitter inside.

Even though they weren't exactly friends, the thought of such a perfect girl ruining herself like that clogged his heart with an inexplicable distress.

But he understood that he had no right to meddle.

Whatever Zhou Qian did was her own choice.

Shaking his head, Wang Dahai didn't feel like meddling anymore.

He checked the time; it was time to go to work.

Today he had to trail Liu Ming; there was no need to pick up Wu Qiangwei.

After arriving at the company, he chose a desk to sit at.

At nine o'clock, the employees began arriving for work, including Liu Ming.

Liu Ming was the procurement department's general manager and had his own small office.

"Wang, Mr. Hu asked about you again," Zhang Yue sent a message.

Wang Dahai looked toward the reception area and replied, "I'm busy these days."

"Okay," said Zhang Yue, pouting.

After a while, she sent another message, "Wang, I kind of miss you."

Wang Dahai rolled his eyes, rubbing his lower back, "I'm pretty busy lately, maybe some other time."

"Oh~"

Zhang Yue sounded full of complaints.

At that moment, Ning Mei sent a message, "Are you busy?"

Wang Dahai thought about saying he was, but then it occurred to him that this was a good opportunity to fill her in on the situation with Liu Ming, as a way to keep her informed.

Otherwise, she might think he was making no progress and might end up hiring a private detective.

He went downstairs to buy two cups of coffee and then went to Ning Mei's house.

Ning Mei opened the door and welcomed him in.

Wang Dahai set down the coffee.

Ning Mei said, "Just give me a moment."

With a smile, she turned and went into her room.

After about fifteen minutes, Wang Dahai, growing impatient, heard Ning Mei's voice from the room.

"Dahai, come in."

Wang Dahai pushed the door open and was instantly stunned.

Inside the room.

Ning Mei had put on a spotless wedding dress.

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