Walking into the room, Zhao Qian's heartbeat accelerated once again.
The bedsheets were in disarray, and in the middle, there was a wet patch.
There were several used condoms scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a faint scent of hormones.
She couldn't help but recall the scene of Wang Dahai and Wang Meihua's intense encounter just moments ago.
...
Wang Dahai didn't return to the villa; he went outside the community to find something to eat.
To get his hands on that flash drive, he had really gone all out today, almost breaking his back in the process.
They say women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers—the saying wasn't unfounded.
Such combat power, terrifyingly strong.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, Wu Xiaoyu sent a message: "Wang, have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet, have you?"
"I've bought some groceries. Do you want to come over and eat?"
"Sure."
Putting away his phone, Wang Dahai turned and went out the door.