After throwing up, Qin Rong felt much better and her mind cleared up considerably.

Looking at the vomit on Wang Dahai's pants, Qin Rong said apologetically, "I didn't mean to."

"It's okay."

Wang Dahai glanced at the dirtiness on her pants and suggested, "Take off your pants, it's uncomfortable to have them sticking to your skin."

"Mm."

Qin Rong staggered to her feet, removed her shoes, and pulled down her jeans.

Beneath the jeans were a pair of black seamless panties, tightly wrapping her round and perky buttocks, making them look extraordinarily full.

Wang Dahai's eyes went wide.

That shape of her behind was just perfect!

He almost couldn't resist, wanting to hold it and give it a good kiss.

After she finished undressing, she felt a bit unsteady and sat back down, placing her jeans on the steps beside her.

If she were sober, she definitely wouldn't have done this.

But now, intoxicated, she didn't think too much about it.

Seeing that Wang Dahai was still sitting, she murmured confusedly, "You should take yours off too, we can put them in the washing machine later."

"Um, um..." Wang Dahai stood up and took off his pants.

After he did, Qin Rong stared at the tent he'd pitched, curiously reaching out to touch it, "What's this?"

This girl had really had too much to drink, going so far as to grab right onto it.

The moment she grasped it, Wang Dahai's body went stiff.

Yet she showed no reaction, even giving it a couple of strokes up and down.

After she finished stroking, she finally came to her senses, realizing what it was.

Immediately, her face turned red, and, dropping her hand, she looked down and mumbled, "I'm sorry, I, I..."

"It's fine."

With a slight cough, Wang Dahai sat back down, still recalling the feeling of those two strokes.

The feel of her touch was really nice.

Her soft, small hands were like little kitten paws, scratching right at his heartstrings.

"Let me help you up."

"Mm."

Wang Dahai slipped his arm under her armpit, helping her up from the steps.

Holding onto his pants with his left hand, they took the steps one by one, heading upstairs.

After standing up, Qin Rong's dizziness intensified.

She leaned towards Wang Dahai, almost completely hanging on him.

Her head rested against him, eyes fixed on his still-tentative pants, her cheeks blazing red.

Beneath her bashfulness, a question bubbled up in her mind.

Why did he react so strongly?

Drunk thinking was much slower than usual.

It took a while before she speculated, could it be because of herself?

Is it because I took off my pants?

That seemed the only possibility.

As they nearly reached her floor, Qin Rong suddenly said, "Let's not go back just yet."

Not understanding, Wang Dahai asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Rong just shook her head, stammering and unable to utter a word.

Wang Dahai felt it strange; she seemed to have some unspeakable difficulty, but seeing she did not wish to speak, he did not force the issue.

"Shall we sit for a while then?"

"Mm."

Wang Dahai slowly helped her sit down, her body lacking strength, so she leaned on his shoulder.

Time ticked by second by second, neither of them spoke, just sitting in silence, the atmosphere slightly awkward.

After about fifteen minutes, she hadn't budged, and Wang Dahai started to suspect she had fallen asleep.

He glanced over discreetly and saw her eyes were open, and furthermore, she was staring down at his lower half.

Wang Dahai's heart gave a sudden leap.

She couldn't possibly have feelings for me, could she?

Wang Dahai thought he might be imagining things, but he couldn't help himself.

His gaze stayed fixed on Qin Rong's thighs.

Her legs were both straight and long, now placed at an angle against each other, with plump thighs pressed together without a single gap.

Although the seamless panties hid the spot he longed to see, they did nothing to prevent his imagination from running wild.

The tent below was twitching from time to time.

After sitting for about twenty minutes, Qin Rong suddenly whispered, "Why haven't you gone down yet?"

"Huh?" Wang Dahai didn't understand, "What?"

"It's nothing." Qin Rong quickly shook her head.

The reason she had asked Wang Dahai to sit with her for a while was his reaction below; it was too exaggerated.

She worried that going in like this would be seen by Wu Xiaoyu and cause a misunderstanding.

So, she thought if they sat outside for a while until his reaction subsided, they could then go in.

But now, nearly twenty minutes had passed, and there was still no sign of it subsiding.

Qin Rong bit her lip and suddenly said, "Mr. Wang."

"Yes, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, you…" Qin Rong pointed to his lower region, "Are you very uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" Wang Dahai quickly shook his head, "No, that's a normal physiological reaction, I can't control it."

Qin Rong, biting her lip, asked, "Would it go down if you 'deal with it'?"

Deal with it?

How to deal with it?

He nodded blankly, "Yeah."

Qin Rong took several deep breaths with effort and said, "I, I'll help you."

Boom!

Wang Dahai felt like his brain had exploded.

He even doubted if there was something wrong with his ears.

She's going to help me?

Seeing that he did not respond for a long time, Qin Rong said, "I'm afraid it's too uncomfortable for you to hold back."

She was too embarrassed to say that she was worried he would be seen by Wu Xiaoyu.

Wang Dahai wanted to say there was no need, but the words just wouldn't come out of his mouth.

Because, actually, he really wanted it.

After all, Qin Rong was taking the initiative.

"Actually, it's not that bad..." his tone softened.

"I'll help you out," she said weakly, extremely shy.

Wang Dahai didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the hallway became a little awkward and tense.

Seeing that he hadn't refused, Qin Rong reached out her hand, threading it through the leg opening of his boxer briefs.

Then, she pulled it out.

After a glance, she closed her eyes, her cheeks burning hot.

The thing in her hand was scarily hot.

The moment she grasped it, Wang Dahai's breathing became incredibly rapid, his body somewhat stiffened.

But after Qin Rong grasped it, she didn't move.

Wang Dahai was nearly bursting with the teasing, yet she remained still.

He wanted to urge her on, but didn't know how to start.

After what felt like an eternity, Qin Rong suddenly asked, "Mr. Wang, is this how it's done?"

"???" Wang Dahai was utterly bewildered, then it dawned on him: she didn't know what to do?

Did she think just holding it was enough?

Wang Dahai swallowed and instructed, "You need to move it."

"Move it? How?"

Qin Rong didn't understand.

"Like, move it up and down."

Up and down?

Qin Rong thought for a moment, then moved it up and down as he had said.

"Is it like this?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Oh."

Qin Rong continued moving it.

Gradually, she heard Wang Dahai's breathing grow heavier and heavier.

Even with her eyes closed, she could clearly sense that Wang Dahai's body was very aroused.

Qin Rong suddenly felt a bit nervous.

She worried, would Wang Dahai do something to her?

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