"Mrs. Zhang, good morning."
"Good morning."
Zhang Jie just smiled slightly without flirting with him.
She was a university teacher and usually dressed conservatively at work.
Today she wore a long-sleeved dress and flat shoes.
Her long, luscious black hair casually draped over her shoulders, emanating a faint fragrance.
When she smiled, that aristocratic grace naturally radiated from her, making people feel somewhat inferior and hesitant to approach.
But such a seemingly dignified and conservative young housewife had such licentious tendencies deep inside.
If not for a closer contact, Wang Dahai wouldn't have dared to imagine it.
"Wife, why are you walking so fast?"
At that moment, another person caught up from behind—it was Zhang Jie's husband.
At the same time, the elevator arrived, and as always, it was overcrowded.
It took significant effort for the three of them to squeeze in.
Like last time, Wang Dahai still stood behind her, their bodies pressed tightly together.