Wang Zhuo had a feeling that little An Qi’s tastes were becoming increasingly complex! Some people are like dormant volcanoes; normally covered in lush pines, verdant cypresses, and dense green foliage, appearing no different from any other peak.

But only when they truly erupt do you realize just how unique they are. An Qi was a perfect example of this.

Wang Zhuo was the one who ignited that volcano. The first time, in the small private room of the coffee shop, lightning struck and fire ignited; Wang Zhuo was thrilled beyond measure.

The second time, Wang Zhuo specifically drove over to receive the New Year's gift she had meticulously prepared; Wang Zhuo was ecstatic. The third time, after the New Year, Wang Zhuo was returning to Jiangzhou, and she personally delivered herself to him, where the two indulged their passion unrestrainedly in a garage.

The first time, she didn't let Wang Zhuo turn on the lights. The second time was outdoors in broad daylight.

The third time, she handed her phone to Wang Zhuo, inviting him to film them... His thoughts snapped back to the present—the ongoing fourth time.

Wang Zhuo wanted to shift to the bathroom or the far end of the bed, even just onto the carpet, but she stubbornly refused, insisting Wang Zhuo remain comfortably seated right there, with the distance between them and An Qi being less than three meters! Originally, Wang Zhuo harbored thoughts of concealment—like moving to the carpet under the bed, placing a player and snacks nearby, so if An Qi woke up, he could quickly pull up his trousers and pretend they were watching a movie, perhaps fooling her.

Or going to the bathroom would be even safer; with the assistance of his X-ray vision, he could detect An Qi stirring instantly and have ample time to cover his tracks. But An Qi felt that wasn't exciting enough.

She insisted they do it where An Qi could see them the moment she opened her eyes. This made even Wang Zhuo, a man, slightly hesitant—it was too bold, too reckless!

Yet, the thrill of this particular game was unparalleled. After a brief internal struggle, Wang Zhuo succumbed, closing his eyes and surrendering to the pleasure.

He figured An Qi had probably guessed what was going on anyway; whatever her reaction was when she saw it, he would enjoy it first! So, he simply let go and reveled in it.

An Qi was terrified of the final stage and absolutely forbade him from performing the act on her, yet in this area, she was improving at an astonishing rate, showing signs of catching up to Siyuan. Her technique was superb, especially her tongue, which could reach his nose tip, darting and weaving with endless variety.

Moreover, she enjoyed using her chin and cheeks for supplementary friction; that sensation was equally exquisite and almost blissful. Occasionally, she would dip her head even lower, sending waves of pleasure through Wang Zhuo that made his toes curl, suppressing any sound of excitement.

And she had an excellent grasp of boundaries, meticulously wiping herself clean with a wet wipe before dipping down. Wang Zhuo had wondered if he should reciprocate her kiss if she hadn't used the wipe, but thankfully, she didn't present him with that dilemma...

An Qi stirred in her sleep, turning her face to the other side. Wang Zhuo glanced at her full, generous hips and felt a flicker of interest.

“Do you like my sister’s butt?” An Qi asked with a smile, taking a brief pause from using her cheek to caress him. Wang Zhuo grinned and murmured low, “I prefer your little tongue even more.” An Qi laughed happily, like a grade-schooler praised by her teacher.

Her master’s words must have been sincerely heartfelt—after all, with this method, a man only needed to enjoy himself, expending no energy whatsoever; that was surely the most blissful experience! Pity her, newly awakened to love, she didn't yet understand a man's pursuit and craving for novelty.

They were like seasoned gourmands, enjoying the bird's nest in their bowls while their eyes remained fixed on the shark fin on the table. ...

When An Qi awoke, a faint, musky odor lingered in the air. Her sister, An Qi, was sitting at a desk, browsing Weibo on her laptop.

She got up and stepped onto the floor. Hearing the sound, An Qi quickly turned around, asking with a hint of surprise, “Sis, you woke up so quickly?” “Mmm,” An Qi stretched her waist, not noticing her sister rapidly closing the Weibo page.

“What’s that smell?” She sniffed the air twice. An Qi faltered, then chuckled unnaturally, “Maybe it’s the smell of a mildewed towel?

I smelled it just now too.” At that moment, Wang Zhuo was driving toward the school. One wonders what he would think if he heard An Qi describing his essence as the smell of mildewed towels.

An Qi made an "oh" sound, genuinely believing it. She had only smelled similar scents twice before, during joint anti-vice raids, and even then, the smells were mixed with smoke, cosmetics, and sweat.

She truly didn't understand the significance of this particular aroma. “When did Wang Zhuo leave?” “He left quite a while ago.

He got a call; there was an emergency meeting at the company.” An Qi replied, simultaneously relieved that her master had left early. If he had stayed even half an hour longer, she would have been caught!

An Qi relieved herself, and upon coming out, checked her phone first, then opened her suitcase, intending to find a fresh set of underwear to change into. “Sis, I’m taking a shower,” An Qi called out, grabbing her toiletries and heading into the bathroom.

An Qi hummed in acknowledgment. She took out a pair of underwear and was about to place them on the nightstand opposite when she suddenly noticed a damp spot on the stark white sheet, about the size of a fingernail.

“Huh?” If it had been ordinary dampness, she wouldn’t have paid it much mind, but this spot was wet around the edges, while the very center reflected light, making it distinctly different from a simple water stain. Curiously, she set the underwear aside and gently touched the reflective spot with the index finger of her right hand.

When she lifted her fingertip, it had a dab of something viscous, and a shimmering, thread-like strand stretched between her finger and the sheet. Her brow slowly furrowed.

She leaned closer to smell it carefully, her gaze instantly sharpening, before she rapidly scanned the room, finally landing on the wastebasket. A soft rushing sound of water came from the bathroom; An Qi had started her shower.

An Qi hurried to the wastebasket, cupping it with both hands. Inside were several clumps of white facial tissues, and the faint, fishy scent was much stronger.

She reached in, flipped through, and squeezed one; the moist, slippery texture immediately transmitted from her fingertips!... “One night in Ming Qing, I left behind so much essence…” “What are you singing!” Wang Zhuo received a light slap on his shoulder.

He chuckled, his face beaming, “What, is my singing wrong? If I got a part wrong, why don't you correct me?” Sitting next to him was the attractive widow, Ruan Mingqing.

Today, she was dressed in a fashionable OL-style spring outfit, which heightened her dazzling beauty. Just moments ago, standing elegantly on the street, with red lips, sunglasses, and high heels, she commanded 100% (head-turning rate).

However, Wang Zhuo didn't particularly care for this attire because, while beautiful, it wasn't easy to slip his hands into! Resignedly, he drove while taking advantage of gear shifts to sneak touches on her thigh through the delicate fabric.

It was broad daylight, and the car was moving through busy city traffic. The attractive widow wanted to slap his hand away to stop his audacious advances, but she worried about compromising driving safety, leaving her feeling rather helpless.

“I never realized before, you little rascal, that you’re such a pervert,” she chided with a mix of exasperation and amusement while blocking Wang Zhuo’s overly familiar hand. “That’s because your charm is too great; I find it impossible to resist,” Wang Zhuo’s saccharine words flowed as easily as breathing.

And Ruan Mingqing surprisingly enjoyed hearing that. Her late husband, Zeng Yan, was never good at sweet talk, and his physical condition wasn't up to par.

The friends or colleagues she usually dealt with were all sanctimonious academics. When she was in school, she kept her distance from rebellious boys like Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo was almost the first person to speak to her in this manner. She smiled sweetly at Wang Zhuo and teased, “Little brother’s mouth is so sweet; did you just finish eating candy?” Wang Zhuo grinned wickedly, “Sister, your mouth is sweet too.

Later, brother will treat sister to candy—a lollipop.” “Slap!” Ruan Mingqing gave his hand a light but firm pat while shooting him a sideways glance, though her eyes held a seductive shimmer. As the car slowly left the bustling city center, Ruan Mingqing finally asked, “Where are you taking me?” Wang Zhuo shifted gears and accelerated, feeling a gentle push against his backrest: “To my Wetland Villa.

It’s more private there; we won’t be overheard if we speak loudly.” Speak loudly? Ruan Mingqing was indeed a talented woman with sharp intuition; she immediately understood Wang Zhuo’s implication.

A private rendezvous only required quiet voices; his meaning clearly hinted that she could open up her heart and shout to her heart’s content, without needing to be shy! Ruan Mingqing blushed.

The thought of blossoming under this young man once again, experiencing that ultimate pleasure, that peak of ecstasy that made one feel utterly beside oneself, caused an involuntary warmth to surge between her legs. She felt it necessary to maintain a degree of reserve; otherwise, Wang Zhuo might look down on her, seeing her as a base woman consumed by lust.

She tried to appear composed and asked, “What about dinner? Don’t tell me that affection is enough to sustain us.” “There are several restaurants outside the villa area; we can order takeout,” Wang Zhuo smiled.

“Don’t you love sweet and sour pork ribs the most? There’s one place that makes it exceptionally authentic; I already called and placed an order for you.” What a considerate young man...

A tender warmth rose in Ruan Mingqing’s heart, followed by a chuckle. She thought, why call him a young man?

He wasn't young at all in that regard. The Beidouxing car soon reached the wetland area.

Wang Zhuo took out a pass for the villa complex and placed it under the windshield. Ruan Mingqing looked around curiously, gaining an initial understanding of the community's caliber.

They drove smoothly into the gated community. The willows along the road had already sprouted new green leaves.

Some people's two small Shih Tzus were chasing each other past the roadside ahead. As Wang Zhuo drove past them, he eased off the gas and slowed down, pointing toward the side of the road behind a large tree for Ruan Mingqing to see.

Ruan Mingqing followed the direction of his finger and burst out laughing. It turned out the two snowy-white Shih Tzus were mating behind the tree.

The little male dog thrust energetically while nervously watching her movements, while the little female dog looked utterly entranced, her tongue lolling out, completely oblivious to the car that had pulled up beside them...