Qin Rong fell down, yet she made no sound.

Their faces were only inches apart, and they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

She could even distinctly feel Dahai's warmth.

They gazed into each other's eyes, a strange sentiment rising from their hearts, inspiring a peculiar impulse within them.

Qin Rong's gaze grew softer and her breathing faster.

She felt her body as if it had melted into a puddle of water.

She slowly moved closer to Wang Dahai, their faces drawing nearer.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Wang Dahai's hand suddenly rested on her waist.

This gesture abruptly brought Qin Rong back to her senses, and she quickly sat up, using the motion of fixing her hair to cover the turmoil inside.

"Didn't I crush you?"

"No."

Wang Dahai also sat up.

Thinking back to that momentary thrill, he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.

"Ahem, let's go outside."

"Mhm."

They left the private room.

Wang Dahai said, "I'll take you home."

"Mhm."

They returned home.

Wu Xiaoyu had gone to work, and the house was empty.

Because of the alcohol, both of their minds were somewhat hazy.

Wang Dahai said, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"Yeah, I'm going to sleep for a bit," Qin Rong said. "You should sleep too, we have to meet with Secretary Chen tonight."

"Alright."

"You should take a shower, and I'll wash your clothes too; they still smell like alcohol."

"Mhm, thank you."

Wang Dahai entered the bathroom, passing his clothes through a crack in the door to her.

Upon exiting the bathroom, wearing a towel, he bumped into Qin Rong.

With her face blushing, Qin Rong looked down and said, "I'll take a shower too."

They passed by each other, and when Wang Dahai entered the room, he realized that all the bed sheets and covers had been removed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, planning to ask Qin Rong about it after her shower.

A dozen or so minutes later, Qin Rong also came out of the bathroom, unusually wearing a bathrobe.

The pure black silk bathrobe outlined her explosive figure very clearly.

Her body may not be the best Wang Dahai had ever seen, but it was definitely the healthiest.

A body with clear signs of exercise, one that made people drool.

Seeing Wang Dahai sitting by the bed, she felt a bit awkward and said, "I took the sheets and covers to wash; they're not dry yet."

"No problem, I'll just lie on the couch for a while."

"Otherwise..." Qin Rong hesitated, then said, "Otherwise, you come sleep here."

Wang Dahai naturally understood what she meant, instinctively wanted to refuse, but alcohol-numbed nerves gave rise to some improper thoughts, and he surprisingly nodded: "Okay."

He stood up, following her into the master bedroom.

Qin Rong appeared very nervous; she regretted what she had said right after speaking.

How could she have invited him over?

Alone with a single man, with no one else at home, sleeping together like this, if something happened...

Qin Rong quickly shook her head, feeling she was overthinking it.

Wang Dahai wasn't that kind of person; nothing would happen.

She lifted the blanket and said, "You should sleep now."

"Mhm."

Wang Dahai directly lay down wrapped in the towel.

Only, it was uncomfortable with the towel on his body.

He kept twisting and turning, trying to adjust.

Qin Rong, lying beside him, felt his movements and said, "Take the towel out."

Wang Dahai stayed silent for a few seconds before grunting an acknowledgment, silently pulling the towel out from under the covers.

Without the cover of a bath towel, the quilt in the crotch area was propped up high.

Qin Rong was lying flat and couldn't see it.

Her mood was far from calm at the moment, her mind filled with wild thoughts, various ideas bouncing around incessantly.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but Qin Rong still couldn't fall asleep.

Even though she felt a bit drowsy from the alcohol, sleep eluded her.

In truth, she had always been somewhat ignorant about matters between men and women and hadn't longed for them.

She had many pursuers, but she had never been in a relationship.

Mainly because she wasn't interested.

She felt great on her own and completely lacked the thought and impulse to engage in a romantic relationship.

Even when she saw other couples holding hands in the mall, she didn't feel envious.

But there was always a strange feeling towards Wang Dahai.

It seemed to have started that night in the corridor, that event which always made her feel ashamed whenever she thought of it.

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep. She turned her head slightly and noticed that Wang Dahai's breathing was also disturbed, clearly not asleep.

"Mr. Wang."

She called softly.

"Hmm?" Wang Dahai turned his head, their eyes met again, and Qin Rong deliberately averted her gaze, saying, "Could you give me a massage?"

A massage?

Wang Dahai was taken aback, immediately replying, "Okay."

Qin Rong regretted her words as soon as she had spoken.

She didn't know what was with her today, always doing things that made her feel awkward.

Wang Dahai was not dressed, completely naked at the moment.

To have him massage her, wouldn't that mean him sitting on top of her with nothing on?

But the words were already out, and it wouldn't be good to take them back.

She slowly turned over, lying face down in the quilt.

"I'm ready."

"Okay."

Wang Dahai lifted the quilt, also feeling a bit embarrassed, and said, "I'll close the curtains."

"Hmm." Qin Rong hummed through her nose, utterly ashamed.

Wang Dahai got out of bed and drew the curtains closed.

Qin Rong took the opportunity to sneak a peek, and her face grew even redder.

Wang Dahai's member was standing tall and erect.

After he returned, he also closed the door.

The curtains did not block the light particularly well, but they covered most of it, casting the room into darkness.

Wang Dahai returned to the bed, lifted the quilt off her body, and sat directly on her buttocks.

Although she could see nothing and there was no additional contact, the thought of Wang Dahai's firm body part standing proudly over her buttocks made her heartbeat quicken.

Wang Dahai began to knead starting from her shoulders.

The silky nightgown made his hands slip a few times as he pressed down.

But he didn't feel it was appropriate to ask her to take off her clothes.

Qin Rong said, "Is it not so easy to massage with clothes on?"

"A bit."

"Oh." Qin Rong fell silent for a few seconds, then said, "You help me take off my clothes."

Now it was Wang Dahai's turn to be silent.

He had a feeling that something unexpected might happen next.

"Okay."

He pinched the straps of the nightgown, sliding them down from her arms.

In the process, some physical contact was inevitable.

As he slid the straps down from her shoulders, he pulled them down slowly.

Until the straps were down to her hips.

Her underwear was revealed.

Black, hollowed-out style, with lace edges.

Wang Dahai's lips were a bit dry, his throat moved several times.

He reached out again, placing his hands on her shoulders, and gently began to knead.

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