Wang Dahai knew that when the woman said she didn't want to owe him anything, she was somewhat insincere.
Her desires were too strong, and she had experienced his prowess.
Despite having learned from Lin Wanqiu that she was very loyal to her boyfriend, preferring to soothe herself rather than stray,
she ultimately couldn't resist.
That's why she had found an excuse to not owe him anything.
He didn't expose her.
Yan Jing looked at Wang Dahai's imposing figure, her heart pounding rapidly, her blood flowing faster, making her feel her body heat up and her cheeks burn.
Her legs couldn't help but rub together gently, seeking that fleeting pleasure.
She reached out and gripped it.
The moment she held it, it felt as though an electric current ran from her palm throughout her body.
Her small mouth involuntarily opened slightly, letting out somewhat heavy breaths.
She licked her lips, her hand moving up and down, both of them silently maintaining their sitting positions.