Wu Yun was right beside them, as they secretly caressed each other as if no one else was around.

"Uh-huh~"

Suddenly, Jiang Yiren let out an alluring moan.

Wang Dahai immediately stopped.

Wu Yun looked over and asked, "Sister Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Yiren bent over slightly and replied, "My stomach suddenly hurts a bit."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just need to rest a bit."

"Oh."

Wu Yun didn't pay much attention.

Although the sound she just made was somewhat suspicious, Wu Yun certainly didn't think in that direction.

She could never have imagined that the two of them were doing such shameful things under the blanket.

It was after ten o'clock when the movie finally finished.

Wu Yun stood up and said, "I'm going to bed."

"Uh-huh, go to sleep early."

Pretending to stretch, Jiang Yiren waited until she saw Wu Yun enter her room, then lifted the blanket and sat up from the couch, quickly pulling up her panties and pajama pants.

She glared at Wang Dahai with a huff but didn't know right away what words of reproach to say.

After a long while, she finally asked, "Why haven't you come out yet?"

"Uh..." Wang Dahai didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Yiren pouted, glanced at Wu Yun's closed door, then sat back down and covered herself with the blanket again.

As Wang Dahai was perplexed, she suddenly lay on her side.

Lying on top of his thigh, she took hold of Wang, extending her tongue.

Wang Dahai immediately began to tremble with excitement, his right hand caressing her thigh, moving from thigh to buttocks.

Then, he pulled down her pants, which she had just put on, and caressed her pale, soft buttocks.

After touching each other for over an hour, Wang Dahai was nearly reaching his limit. Now, under her intimate kisses, it took less than five minutes for him to completely let go.

After his release, Jiang Yiren pressed her lips together, intending to go to the bathroom.

Wang Dahai suddenly stood up, squatted in front of her, lifted her beautiful legs, and then leaned down to kiss.

"Mm~"

Jiang Yiren uttered a muffled sound, her hands gripping the blanket tightly as her body trembled from the stimulation.

It took over ten minutes before Wang Dahai stopped.

Jiang Yiren now lay limp on the sofa, devoid of strength.

Wang Dahai picked her up and said, "Senior Sister, let me take you back to your room."

"Okay."

Jiang Yiren wrapped her arms around his neck.

After entering the room, Wang Dahai placed her on the bed, and seeing her pants hanging around her knees, he couldn't help but glance at her delicate area.

Unable to resist, he pounced once again, kneading her fullness, kissing her abdomen, and quickly found his way to her intimate place again.

The pleasure Jiang Yiren had just released came flooding back like a tide, even more intensely than before.

After another ten or so minutes, Jiang Yiren was utterly devoid of strength.

Wang Dahai touched her cheek and said, "Senior Sister, rest early. I'm going to sleep too."

"Uh-huh."

Watching his retreating figure, Jiang Yiren's face broke into a contented smile.

Ever since that day in the hot spring, she felt as if she had opened the door to a new world in her life.

She'd always thought she wasn't a lascivious woman.

But after meeting Wang Dahai, she realized she might have misjudged her former self.

Wang Dahai lay back down on the couch, equally satisfied.

In his heart, he was increasingly looking forward to taking that final step with Jiang Yiren.

The next day.

Wang Dahai arrived at the company and found Zhang Yue still there.

He asked curiously, "Haven't you resigned yet?"

Zhang Yue rolled her eyes, "I've submitted my resignation, but it doesn't take effect that quickly. Humph, are you that eager to not see me?"

"I'm just concerned about you." Wang Dahai asked, "Whom did you submit your resignation to?"

"HR stuff."

"How long does it usually take to process a resignation?"

"I don't know, I've never done it before."

"I'll ask around for you later."

"By the way," Zhang Yue said, "I've already sold my house."

"That fast?"

"Yeah."

Zhang Yue said, "I've already rented a new place."

She took out an access card: "This is the access card for the community where I'm renting. I'll send you the community name, apartment number, and the password later."

She whispered, "I haven't told anyone else about the new place yet. When can you come over to warm up my bed?"

Dahai felt a stir in his heart upon hearing this.

"Sure, I'll come over in the next few days to warm your bed."

"You said it, don't you dare deceive me."

"I won't deceive you."

Dahai smiled and walked into the company.

He had barely sat down when he suddenly saw Chen Die emerging from Hu Quan's office.

Chen Die saw him too, a complex look flitting across her eyes.

That look made Dahai feel strangely uneasy.

No sooner had she left the company than Dahai received a text from her.

"Come to the hallway."

Dahai put away his phone and went to the hallway.

Chen Die seemed off today; Dahai asked, "Sister Chen, what's wrong?"

Chen Die managed a smile: "Mr. Hu would like to ask you for a favor."

"Mr. Hu?" Dahai was puzzled.

What could it be?

Could it be that he was going to make a move on Wu Qiangwei?

But had that issue not already been discussed?

By the looks of her, it didn't seem to be about that.

"What is it?"

"Mr. Hu..."

Chen Die tried to speak several times but seemed at a loss for words, ultimately choosing silence instead.

Dahai didn't press her; after a while, she suddenly grabbed him and headed downstairs.

Dahai was bewildered.

They kept going until they reached a nearby hotel.

Chen Die checked into a room and continued pulling him into the elevator.

Not until they were inside the room did she let go of him, immediately throwing herself into Dahai's arms, tiptoeing to kiss him, stripping off his clothes.

Dahai was dumbfounded.

He grabbed her by the shoulders: "Sister Chen, what's going on?"

Chen Die didn't speak, fixated on taking his clothes off.

Dahai realized her mood was off, but no matter how much he asked, there were no answers to be had.

He finally stopped asking.

If she wanted this, then he would satisfy her.

He tore off Chen Die's clothes, and soon thereafter, they both were bared to each other.

Dahai pressed her against the wall, lifting her elegant legs, pushing forward to fill her.

"Ah!"

Chen Die's body trembled, long deprived of intimacy; it seemed like it might be too much for her to take.

Yet Dahai showed little pity, biting into her fullness, one hand lifting her leg, the other deforming her rounded hips as he thrust wildly.

"Ah, ah..."

Chen Die's cries were seductive, soul-consuming.

Dahai picked her up and carried her to the bed.

It was over a dozen minutes later when they finally stopped.

Chen Die lay limp on the bed, cheeks flushed red as blood.

Holding her, Dahai asked, "Sister Chen, what on earth does Mr. Hu want me to do?"

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