"Dahai, come on in."

Zhang Jie didn't notice his gaze, inviting him in while saying, "I'm really sorry for taking up your time again."

"It's no trouble, I'm quite bored at home by myself anyway."

Wang Dahai changed into slippers and then entered the room to start tutoring her daughter.

Because it was a long day, Wang Dahai tutored her for two hours until it was noon before finishing.

"Mrs. Zhang, I'll be heading back now."

"Stay for lunch before you go," Zhang Jie urged.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mrs. Zhang."

"It's no trouble at all, just sit on the sofa for a while, I'll go cook."

She went into the kitchen to start cooking.

After a short while, Wang Dahai suddenly came over and said, "Mrs. Zhang, do you need any help?"

"I can manage on my own, you go sit down."

Zhang Jie was cutting vegetables and turned her head to speak when she accidentally cut her finger.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain, quickly putting the knife down.

"Mrs. Zhang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just cut my hand... Ah, Dahai, what are you doing!"

Zhang Jie hadn't even finished speaking when she saw Wang Dahai grab her hand and put her finger into his mouth.

This made her cheeks flush like blood, her body tingling all over with a numbness, too embarrassed to look at Wang Dahai.

At that moment, footsteps suddenly sounded from outside, and Yuan ran in saying, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Wang Dahai quickly let go, saying, "Yuan, your mom cut her finger, do we have a band-aid at home?"

"Yes, I'll go get it."

Yuan found a band-aid in the living room, and Zhang Jie took it and wrapped up the wound.

Wang Dahai said, "Mrs. Zhang, keep your finger away from water for the next few days."

"Mhm, I know. You go sit in the living room, I'll have the dishes ready soon."

Zhang Jie felt somewhat uneasy to look at him.

She breathed a sigh of relief only after he had gone.

The thought of Wang Dahai's action just now made her feel bashful.

But her heart didn't feel the slightest bit of repulsion.

Moreover, she couldn't help but recall last night in the bathroom, seeing Wang Dahai's treasure.

Her mind was filled with complex thoughts.

Her body had been deprived for too long, it had been ages since she was satisfied.

It was something every woman goes through.

More than once she had thought about having an affair, and there was no shortage of men who showed interest in her.

If she wanted, men were always available to her.

Yet, she could never take that step.

In this respect, she was a lot like Lin Wanqiu.

But she was also aware that one day, sooner or later, she would not be able to resist the temptation of other men.

Moreover, she felt that day might come very soon.

Just like last night, when she saw Wang Dahai's treasure, she clearly knew how much she was looking forward to it in her heart.

And just a moment ago, when Wang Dahai sucked on her finger, in that instant, her body went weak.

Even down there, she was wet.

She certainly knew this was wrong, immoral even, but what could she do about it?

She clearly had a husband, yet she felt like a widow.

If one day she really did cheat, it would be her husband's fault.

She sighed softly, chuckled bitterly, and stopped thinking about it.

Soon enough, the meal was ready.

Zhang Jie had also adjusted her mindset, not letting the recent incident cause any embarrassment.

Yuan finished eating quickly and ran off to her room to play on the computer.

Zhang Jie chatted with him casually, asking, "Dahai, did you also major in English?"

"No, my major was in medicine."

"Medicine?"

Zhang Jie was very surprised, "I wouldn't have guessed. Are you a doctor now?"

"Uh, no, I work at a yoga studio, a massage therapist."

Wang Dahai felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, as a medical student, giving massages seemed a bit disgraceful to mention.

"A massage therapist…" Zhang Jie was quite taken aback, then said, "Then you must be really skilled at massaging."

"Yeah, really skilled," Wang Dahai replied without modesty, and seized the opportunity, "Mrs. Zhang, would you like to try? I can give you a free session."

"Sure, after we eat, you can give me a massage."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dahai felt a surge of excitement, looking forward to Zhang Jie's body, and even hastened his eating pace.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Jie went inside to glance at her daughter, then returned to the living room.

Thinking of Wang Dahai's recent offer to give her a massage, she said, "My shoulders have been a bit sore lately, could you please give them a rub?"

"Sure, Mrs. Zhang, please take a seat."

She sat on the couch, and Wang Dahai stood behind her.

From this angle, he could see the soft mounds of her chest and the cleavage below her neckline.

Wang Dahai rubbed his hands together to warm them, placed them on her shoulders, and began to knead.

Before long, Zhang Jie felt her body relax.

"Mmm, this really does feel nice."

"Dahai, your skills are amazing," she praised, but soon stopped talking, quietly immersing herself in the pleasant massage.

Wang Dahai was professional and didn't take any liberties.

After all, they had only met twice, and he wasn't familiar with Zhang Jie's personality.

If he annoyed her, there wouldn't be another opportunity.

However, although he massaged properly, Zhang Jie's body was more sensitive than Wang Dahai expected.

As he massaged, she let out an embarrassed moan.

Her voice was soft and mushy, scratching an itch in Wang Dahai's heart.

But soon, Zhang Jie seemed to notice something and stopped making any noise.

"Mrs. Zhang, should I massage further down?" Wang Dahai suddenly asked.

"Further down?"

"Yes, your thighs and lower abdomen," Wang Dahai said earnestly, which made Zhang Jie lower her guard.

She glanced toward her daughter's room, hesitating.

But Wang Dahai's massage was indeed very comfortable.

It relaxed her and even provided a slight pleasure.

Eventually, she couldn't resist and said, "Then, please do massage there."

"Alright."

Wang Dahai moved in front of her, crouched at her feet, and reached out to grab her thighs, snugly wrapped in her skirt.

The skirt was long, reaching down to her calves.

Wang Dahai massaged methodically, without crossing any boundaries.

Zhang Jie was initially nervous, afraid that Wang Dahai might take advantage, but then she was completely engrossed, making barely audible noises of comfort.

After about fifteen minutes, Wang Dahai said, "Mrs. Zhang, that will do."

"Is it done?" Zhang Jie opened her eyes, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you supposed to massage the lower abdomen too?"

Wang Dahai replied embarrassingly, "For the lower abdomen, it's best not to do it over clothes. Your skirt is too slick, not good for massaging. Let's wait until next time."

Without clothes?

She was wearing a skirt—was she supposed to lift it up?

But then, everything underneath would be exposed.

But Wang Dahai's massage was too comfortable; she wanted to continue.

After much internal debate, Zhang Jie pursed her lips and said, "Then, then just reach inside to do it."

"Huh?" Wang Dahai didn't quite catch her meaning right away.

Zhang Jie blushed, lifted the hem of her skirt covering her calves, and whispered softly, "Just, just go in from here."

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