Lin Wanqiu was caught in an internal struggle.

Having sex with her husband while letting Wang Dahai watch?

Indeed, as Wang Dahai had said, it would definitely be very thrilling.

But it was also too risky.

If her husband found out, her married life would be over.

She didn't respond, and after chatting for a while, they each went to sleep.

The next day was the weekend, and Zhang Hao planned to take Lin Wanqiu shopping, but he was nowhere to be seen early in the morning.

Wang Dahai also rarely slept in, and by the time he got up it was already past nine o'clock, and Jiang Rou had just come out of her room.

"Dahai, shall we go out for breakfast?"

Jiang Rou was brushing her teeth while she asked.

"Hmm, there's a noodle place downstairs that's pretty good."

"Okay, then let's go there later, my treat."

Wang Dahai was quite surprised; he found that this woman had really changed a lot.

She didn't seem as materialistic as before.

After washing up, the two went outside the community and had breakfast.

"Dahai, shall we go watch a movie later?"

Leaving the noodle shop, Jiang Rou unexpectedly took the initiative to hold onto his arm, just like a real couple.

Wang Dahai shook his head, "I have something to do today, I'll have to leave soon."

"What's up? Are you working overtime?"

"I have a date."

"Ah?" Jiang Rou was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized, "You, you're going to meet your lover?"

"Right, I arranged it yesterday."

Wang Dahai said quite frankly.

The smile on Jiang Rou's face disappeared instantly, as did her good mood.

She uttered a low "oh" and let go of Wang Dahai's arm.

They didn't speak again on the way home.

Back at the house, Jiang Rou locked herself in her room and didn't come out.

Wang Dahai leaned on the sofa, waiting for a message from Zhang Jie.

Around eleven o'clock, Zhang Jie sent a message, asking him to come over for lunch later.

Wang Dahai stood up, glanced at Jiang Rou's room, thought for a moment, then walked into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, he brought out several dishes from the kitchen and placed them on the table.

He then pushed open Jiang Rou's room to find her staring blankly at the desk.

Hearing the door open, Jiang Rou turned her head and said, "What is it?"

"I've made some food, come out and eat."

"I'm not hungry." She was clearly sulking.

Wang Dahai didn't indulge her, "If you're not hungry, don't eat."

He then left.

Jiang Rou was even angrier, thinking Wang Dahai would have come to coax her.

After a while, she heard the front door close and knew Wang Dahai had left.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Rou stewed in her annoyance, feeling more and more aggrieved, and muttered to herself, "I'm already like this, what else do you want from me!"

She wiped the corner of her eye, and suddenly her stomach made a rumbling sound.

Emerging from the room, she saw several dishes on the table, obviously freshly made.

"Did he specially make this for me?"

Jiang Rou's bellyful of grievances dissipated a bit.

Suddenly, she felt that Wang Dahai still had her in his heart.

Even though he was going to meet his lover, he remembered she hadn't eaten and had specially made food for her.

With this thought, she felt warmth in her heart, a smile appeared on her face, and she hummed to herself, "You clearly still care about me in your heart, yet you won't admit it."

Outside the door.

Wang Dahai knocked, and the door opened quickly.

The one who opened the door was actually Liang Jiajia.

She wasn't wearing casual home attire today, but instead donned a pair of cotton and linen shorts, paired with a tight, low-neck, short-sleeved T-shirt that exposed her belly button.

Such a simple outfit showcased her perfect physique, and she was stunningly beautiful.

"Miss Liang," Wang Dahai greeted as he started changing his shoes.

Liang Jiajia responded softly, with a shy look in her eyes.

Upon entering the living room, Wang Dahai noticed Zhang Jie cooking in the kitchen.

He and Liang Jiajia sat on the sofa, making intermittent small talk.

Liang Jiajia seemed very anxious, adjusting her sitting position now and then.

Sometimes her legs were askew, sometimes crossed, as if she couldn't find a comfortable position no matter how she sat.

Moreover, her face was redder than usual, puzzling Wang Dahai.

Soon enough, the meal was ready.

Zhang Jie's cooking skills were quite impressive, as every dish was devoured cleanly by Wang Dahai.

After eating and drinking to their fill and resting for a while, Zhang Jie said, "Dahai, can you help her with the milk expression? Jiajia needs to go home for a bit afterwards."

"Oh, okay."

A thought crossed Wang Dahai's mind, Jiajia leaving meant he would be alone with Zhang Jie.

He washed his hands and when he returned, Liang Jiajia was already sitting on the stool, taking off her clothes and bra.

After two milk expressions, she was still shy but gradually getting more comfortable.

But Wang Dahai noticed that Jiajia was particularly sensitive today, her body twisting more intensely than the previous times.

Her beautiful legs kept writhing and rubbing against each other, leading Wang Dahai to suspect that it might be a flood down below.

Just then, Liang Jiajia's phone rang suddenly.

Zhang Jie picked it up and said, "It's your husband's call."

Wang Dahai immediately stopped his actions; he didn't want Jiajia's husband to hear any suggestive sounds, which would be hard to explain.

Liang Jiajia took the phone, composed herself, and said, "Hello, honey, oh, okay, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up, she said, "My husband will come pick me up shortly."

Zhang Jie asked, "Dahai, how much longer will it take?"

"Twenty minutes or so."

"That should be enough time."

At that moment, Zhang Jie's phone rang: "It's my husband's call."

She went into the study to answer it.

And as soon as she left, Liang Jiajia stared straight at Wang Dahai's lower body, her gaze sticky like syrup, biting her lip.

That expression was nothing short of a tempting siren.

"Mr. Wang, um, I don't think I have added you as a friend yet. Let's add each other, shall we?"

Liang Jiajia suddenly suggested.

Wang Dahai felt a surge of delight; her initiative seemed to suggest something.

It looked like she might have started to harbor some feelings.

Wang Dahai hummed in response, took out his phone, and they added each other as friends before he continued the massage.

As he massaged and noticed her strong reactions, Wang Dahai directly asked, "Miss Liang, you seem particularly sensitive today?"

"Hmm, a little," said Liang Jiajia, bashfully.

"What's the matter? Is it because I'm massaging the wrong area?"

"No, it's not you."

Liang Jiajia shuffled her legs and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that it'd be best for me to release it? So, I... I put a toy inside."

At these words, Wang Dahai was completely taken aback, instinctively glancing toward her lower body.

A toy down there?

No wonder she was fidgeting on the sofa earlier, no wonder she was so sensitive.

But why would she share such a private matter with me?

Was it intentional?

Wang Dahai's mind raced, and then with a serious expression, he said, "You're still breastfeeding; it's best not to keep a toy in for too long, as it's not very conducive to your recovery down there."

"Ah?" Liang Jiajia sounded nervous, "Will it have an impact?"

"Yes."

Wang Dahai stated, "If you want to recover quickly, you can receive some care."

"Care..." Liang Jiajia asked, "Mr. Wang, do you know how?"

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