After breakfast, Jiang Rou saw Wang Dahai still sitting on the sofa and couldn't help but say, "Don't you have to go to work?"
"I'm off today."
Wang Dahai asked, "Finished eating?"
"Yep."
"Did you wash your hands?"
Jiang Rou's face turned red again, "Is this all you think about every day? Can't you do something else?"
Wang Dahai glanced at her bulging chest and then at the thighs beneath his pajama pants and said, "If you don't mind, I can do something else."
Jiang Rou wisely didn't engage in a verbal spar with him and turned to go to the bathroom.
Coming out of the bathroom, after washing her hands, she suddenly discovered that Wang Dahai had already taken off his pants.
The thing in his crotch twisted atop his strong, muscular thighs.
Her face blushed as she walked over, her head down avoiding a gaze, yet she couldn't help but sneak a peek.
"Come on," Wang Dahai lounged on the sofa, patted his chest, and said, "Climb on top."
"I, I have a stomachache."
"Period pain?"