Jiang Rou pursed her lips, looking at him, not speaking for a long time.

Wang Dahai patted her butt, "Come on, get dressed."

Jiang Rou pouted slightly, suddenly feeling a bit aggrieved, and tears dripped down.

Wang Dahai suddenly panicked, wondering why she started crying.

"What's this about? Why are you crying?"

"Wang Dahai, do you, do you really dislike me?"

"Not at all, how could I possibly dislike you?"

"But you haven't paid attention to me for several days."

"Uh..." Wang Dahai felt helpless; they had broken up, and logically should keep their distance.

I don't talk to you, isn't that normal?

Isn't that what people do when they break up?

Why is it not okay when it's me?

But of course, it wasn't good to say that now.

The girl was upset, and saying that would only make her feel worse.

"I've been really busy with work recently."

"Liar!"

"You sometimes don't even come home at night."

"Wang Dahai, do you already have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't."

Wang Dahai thought for a moment and said, "And even if I did have a girlfriend, it would be normal, since I am single now."

Although Jiang Rou was unusually impulsive today, who knew if it was just a momentary lapse.

Once she calmed down, she might regret her impulsive actions today.

And, her mother didn't like him either.

In that case, Wang Dahai felt he should really make this boundary clear.

Otherwise, the girl might linger in her feelings for him, and then her mother would come interfering.

He actually understood very well; Jiang Rou was the type of girl who listened to her mother.

There were many girls like this; no matter how much they liked someone during a relationship, as soon as their parents disapproved, no matter the struggle and the on-and-off relationship, it ultimately concluded with a breakup.

If Jiang Rou was completely devoted, not caring whether her parents agreed, and striving to be with him, then Wang Dahai definitely wouldn't give up.

Despite all difficulties, he would firmly stay with her.

But unfortunately, she wasn't that kind of girl.

So, it was better to cut it off definitively.

Sure enough, as she listened to Wang Dahai's words, Jiang Rou's tears fell even harder.

"All right, get dressed."

Wang Dahai picked up the clothes and started dressing her, saying, "Actually, your aunt is doing this for your own good."

"I'm just a poor guy, aside from that cheap house in the village, I've got nothing."

"If you really marry me, we'll probably have to rent our entire lives."

"I don't mind..."

"Don't make such definitive statements." Wang Dahai interrupted her, "Views can change. Did you think we would get back together when we first broke up?"

"You might not mind now, but that doesn't mean you'll accept it in the future."

"Living together isn't just about eating, drinking, and sleeping; it's not that simple."

"Life involves groceries, seasonings, needing a house and car, you could get sick, I could get sick, and there's baby formula when we have a child, and school fees, every aspect requires money."

"Even if you're willing to spend your life with me in a rented apartment, what about our future children?"

"Would you want to see your children live their whole lives in a rental too?"

Wang Dahai's words silenced her.

She gradually calmed down and began to think about what he said.

Everything he said was very realistic.

"Of course I like you, I also desire you, see, I'm even getting a reaction."

Wang Dahai grabbed her butt and pressed it against his body, rubbing it a little.

"But I have to think about you, I can't be that selfish."

"We're both still young, and today we're together," Dahai said, "I'm not at a loss here, you are. But what if our being in bed delays your future?"

Jiang Rou didn't say anything.

She silently climbed off Dahai's body and turned to leave.

Dahai was just about to remind her to take her clothes when he saw her turning off the light.

Dahai was stunned.

The next second, she was back.

She knelt at Dahai's feet, pulled off his pants, and grasped his eager response.

Instantly, a warmth enveloped him.

Looking down at Jiang Rou's silhouette in the darkness, Dahai thought to himself, "So, all that stuff I just said was for nothing?"

"Did this girl not listen to a word?"

Of course, she had.

So, she changed her approach.

Dahai sighed internally, stroked her face, and let her tend to him.

Several minutes later, she stood up, fumbled for her clothes in the dark, put them on, and left the room.

Dahai turned on the light and looked down at his fading arousal, shaking his head.

He grabbed his underwear and decided to head to the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang Rou was rinsing her mouth.

After she finished, she didn't speak to Dahai and just went back to her room.

She seemed upset.

Dahai entered the bathroom, grabbed the shower head, and washed his body.

After he finished, just as he was about to come out, he suddenly heard the door open.

When he saw Zhou Qian entering, Dahai was dumbfounded.

Zhou Qian seemed not to notice him and rushed to the toilet, hugging it as she vomited violently.

It wasn't until she was done that she realized Dahai was also there.

Seeing Dahai completely naked, she showed no signs of shyness.

Only then did Dahai realize she had been drinking.

Her eyes were blurry, her cheeks flushed.

She wore a black long dress that was coolly styled yet modest, very appropriate.

But her whole body reeked of alcohol.

She slowly stood up, still a bit unsteady.

Her tipsy eyes glanced at Dahai and then slowly she turned her body and said, "Help me with this, please."

Dahai suddenly snapped back to reality, swallowed, and pulled down the zipper of her dress.

Zhou Qian, right in front of him, then took off her dress.

"Unhook this for me," she said.

Dahai looked at the clasp behind her bra, his hands trembling, and unfastened it.

Freed, her breasts burst forth, their backs to Dahai so he could not see.

Next, she bent down and removed the last piece of clothing.

Then, under Dahai's astonished gaze, she turned around!

After many days, Dahai saw her body once again.

Still so delicate, still so supple, captivating.

She turned on the shower, and warm water washed over her.

She seemed to treat Dahai as air, washing her body openly in front of him.

Dahai just stood there, not speaking, not leaving, not even knowing what he was doing, or what he should do.

It was as if his feet were nailed to the floor.

It was Zhou Qian's voice that once again drew his attention to her.

"Help me with this."

She put the soap in Dahai's hand.

Dahai swallowed again, held the soap, and gently scrubbed her body.

The same scene played out a second time, yet Dahai found himself still unable to hide his nervousness.

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