Wang Dahai's relentless questioning made Jiang Yiren blush with embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

Annoyed, she walked over to him and pinched him hard on the waist: "You little rascal."

Wang Dahai grimaced and said, "I get it now, senior sister definitely isn't wearing any."

"Stop talking!"

Jiang Yiren huffed: "I'm not talking to you anymore."

She quickly walked ahead, and Wang Dahai hurriedly followed: "Don't be mad, senior sister, I'll stop talking."

"Hmph."

Jiang Yiren wasn't really angry, just embarrassed.

Who asks such direct questions?

She whispered, "I am wearing it."

"You are?"

Wang Dahai, surprised and confused, muttered to himself, "How can that be, there's no trace of it from the outside... oh, I got it!"

Suddenly realizing, Wang Dahai said, "Senior sister, you are wearing a thong..."

"Enough, don't say it anymore!"

Jiang Yiren's cheeks were red as if ripe for picking.

Wang Dahai promptly shut his mouth, knowing she was shy.

If he went on, she might die of embarrassment.

Wang Dahai observed her retreating figure, feeling an urge stir within him.

Jiang Yiren had a slender waist, broad hips, long legs, and proportionate shoulders.

With such a figure, even an average face could drive men wild.

Not to mention, she was stunningly beautiful.

Even with Wang Dahai's critical eye, he couldn't find a single flaw.

Jiang Yiren seemed to sense his gaze, feeling a strange thought inside, and a warmth coursing through her lower abdomen.

Subconsciously, she slowed down, then suddenly stopped, saying, "I'm a little tired."

She sat down beside a large tree, with a plop.

Wang Dahai paused, then quickly went up to her: "Senior sister, let me carry you."

"You've carried me for a while; you must be tired too? Sit down and rest for a bit."

"I'm not tired."

Jiang Yiren felt mentally exhausted. Couldn't this rascal understand her hint?

"I want to sit for a while, if you're not tired then just stand."

Jiang Yiren bent her legs, rubbing her thigh.

Wang Dahai said, "Senior sister, let me give you a massage."

"Mhm." Jiang Yiren didn't refuse this time and stretched her leg out to him.

Wang Dahai was a bit startled but quickly caught on.

Was Jiang Yiren... taking the initiative to give him a chance?

Even if he was slow to catch on, he now sensed something was off.

He silently massaged her leg, the yoga pants silky smooth.

After finishing with the calf, he continued massaging her thigh, and without realizing it, his hand wandered to the area of the garden.

Gently pressing on that lush, juicy spot.

"Mmm~"

Jiang Yiren's body lightly twitched, she looked at him somewhat annoyed, "What are you doing?"

Wang Dahai's eyes burned with intensity as he looked at her, making her almost unable to meet his gaze. She quickly lowered her head, whispering softly, "Gentler."

"Mhm."

Seeing no resistance from her, Wang Dahai felt encouraged.

He boldly placed his hand between her legs, carefully stroking.

Jiang Yiren's breath grew heavier, and suddenly, Wang Dahai said, "Senior sister, let me take your pants off for a better massage."

Jiang Yiren didn't refuse immediately, but first looked around hesitantly, then said, "No need..."

Wang Dahai knew what she was worried about—being seen by others.

"Senior sister, there's no one around."

He whispered, "If we don't take them off, there will be marks on the pants later, and people will notice."

His implication was clear enough, and although he didn't make any excessive requests, both knew what the other was implying.

Jiang Yiren, reminded by him, also became worried.

If she really did get her pants wet, climbing the mountain later would certainly draw attention.

She hummed softly in agreement.

Dahai's heart swelled with joy, and he quickly picked her up from the ground, seating her directly on his thighs.

Pinching the waistline of her pants, he pulled them off.

Without the cover of yoga pants, he indeed saw a sexy black G-string.

And furthermore, the sides were tied up.

Dahai pinched the sides of the G-string and gently tugged, undoing the knot with ease.

"What are you doing?" Yiren was somewhat nervous.

She quickly tried to cover herself.

Dahai cleared his throat lightly, placing his palm on her thigh, gently exploring.

Gradually, his hand reached her own, which was trying to cover up, caressing her hand and interlocking their fingers.

He looked up at Yiren in his arms.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shone bright as stars, filled with strands of stirring passion.

"You are truly beautiful, senior."

Dahai's voice was heavy with restrained heat, "Senior, may I kiss you?"

"Hmph, you little rascal, are you deliberately trying to take advantage of me?"

"Yes!"

Dahai said, "I just want to take advantage of you, senior. May I?"

"No!"

"Alright then."

Dahai felt somewhat disappointed.

She did not consent, and Dahai definitely couldn't cross the line.

He had already moved Yiren's hand away and was caressing her delicate smoothness through that thin layer of fabric.

She was touched into arousal, breathing heavily with soft moans.

Dahai continued, "Senior, may I kiss your face then?"

"No," Yiren resisted firmly.

"Just a little kiss."

After a moment's hesitation, Yiren said, "Only one!"

"Okay, just one!"

Dahai was overjoyed and kissed her small face, holding the kiss for two to three seconds before moving away, leaving her face wet with his saliva.

Dahai eyed her snow-white neck, "Senior, I want to kiss your neck too."

"You're getting more and more presumptuous!"

Pretending to be annoyed, Yiren huffed, "Go ahead, kiss it."

"Hehe, senior is so good to me."

Dahai kissed her neck, even deliberately giving it a lick.

Her neck was very sensitive, and she involuntarily shrank away at the lick.

Dahai lifted his head again and asked, "Senior..."

Yiren interrupted him, "If you want to kiss, just kiss."

"Really?"

"Mhm," Yiren said, "But don't go too far."

"I let you take advantage since I see you as a younger brother, don't you dare bully me."

"Mhm mhm."

Dahai eagerly nodded in promise, and then, he kissed her lips.

The moment their lips touched, that desire Yiren had been trying to restrain was instantly unleashed.

Dahai pried open her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

At the same time, one hand had climbed into her sun protection shirt, grabbing her fullness through her sports bra.

Another hand lifted the fabric, sliding his finger inside to feel her warm tightness.

Under Dahai's bold strokes, Yiren was defenseless.

The long-missed stimulation surged through her, making her forget herself.

She lay in Dahai's embrace, arching her back and tensing her muscles as his stirring fingers moved, heavy breaths escaping from the gaps of her muffled mouth.

Dahai pulled back his tongue, pressing against her lips, his voice trembling, "Senior, I, can I..."

"Mhm, you can."

Yiren didn't bother listening to what he wanted to say and agreed immediately.

She was completely aroused, ready to agree to anything Dahai might ask.

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