Wang Dahai's body shuddered.
He thought that Yan Jing would reject him, would tell him not to touch her.
But he had not expected that she would say such things.
Although not explicitly stated, the meaning behind her words was clear even to the dullest of listeners.
"Mmm."
He lifted his hands from the body that had captivated him and walked into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Wang Dahai came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist.
Yan Jing, like a startled little rabbit, holding a pair of "little intimates" and a nightgown, brushed past him and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Wang Dahai sat on the sofa, quietly waiting.
Listening to the sound of running water, the excitement in Wang Dahai's heart climbed bit by bit.
Suddenly, his mobile phone rang.
He picked it up and saw it was a selfie sent by Liu Weiwei.