Ah!

A voice filled with bashfulness and a hint of pain, Yang Wanqing trembled slightly.

"Dr. Xia, you... what are you doing? This is not okay! Let go quickly!" She released his burning hand and tried to push away the hand that had slipped inside her collar.

"Sister Yang, I... I can't help it!"

Xia Bei trembled, yet he didn't let go.

"How can you do this, it's too much! I'm helping you bathe because I'm grateful to you. Wasn't the other night enough for you? Let go, be good! Or I'll get angry!"

Yang Wanqing looked up, glaring at him with embarrassment and anger.

But Xia Bei could tell she wasn't really angry, more so embarrassed, and her body was burning up. He could feel it, and that firm pomegranate under his palm showed that Sister Yang felt a little desire too, her desires stirred up by him.

He breathed heavily, growing bolder, leaving his hand there.

"You..."

Yang Wanqing shot him a look, bit her lip; she didn't push him away. She lowered her head and continued to rinse him off, even pinching him intentionally as if in retaliation, "Didn't you say you were out of strength? Why are you so strong when doing bad things? Don't move around! Or I'll really get angry!"

"Oh!"

Xia Bei responded, but his hand was disobedient, reveling in feeling her delicate softness.

In her thirties, but still so full, so perky, truly an alluring pair!

Yang Wanqing felt a little angry, pinched him again, but she lacked the strength to scold him. Her entire body was soft and heating in waves, especially deep between her legs, where warmth surged fiercely.

She could hardly hold back, breathing heavily too.

Yet she felt increasingly ashamed, thinking of their identities, their age, suppressing her body's impulse.

"Enough, you're done bathing, go out now! Wipe yourself with a towel, don't put on clothes, if they're not clean; just lie in bed, I still need to wash."

A moment later, she stood up, signaling him to remove his hand from her chest.

But Xia Bei's entire body was burning intensely; he couldn't bear to let go.

"You... you're going too far, you're all washed up, go out now!" Yang Wanqing bit her lip and gave him a push.

"Sister Yang, I can't sleep like this!"

Xia Bei gasped, staring intently at her tender whiteness on her chest.

"Don't look, stop daydreaming! Can't you just sleep? Clearly, you were so weak just now, and now... like this! I'll handle it for you, then you can go to sleep."

Yang Wanqing covered her chest with her hands, both angry and embarrassed, knowing what he wanted—her; yet she was a bit unable to accept this inwardly.

Before Xia Bei could agree, she squeezed some shower gel, reached down, gently grasped, and began moving.

She was very shy, her body trembling all along.

Other than her diseased husband, she had never been this intimate with another man, and he was so young, a whole generation apart, making her feel very guilty.

"Sister Yang!"

Xia Bei is extremely excited and felt extremely pleasant!

She was a high-ranking official in Jiang City! According to Song Yanjiao, she was also a famous beauty in the officialdom; who knew how many pursued her, wanted to marry her, and yet now, she was using her hand to serve him, and allowed him to touch such a precious place!

"Dr. Xia, don't make a sound, don't moan like that, ah! It's so embarrassing! Also, your hand, don't be grabbing around!"

"But it's too good!"

"You..."

Yang Wanqing fell silent, bent her waist, and put in more effort; she didn't know how much time had passed before her hand grew sore, she felt him suddenly tremble violently, quickly dodged, barely avoiding getting splattered on the face.

A strong wave of masculine hormones spread out, making her body heat up again, arousing a strong desire.

Yet she forcibly held back, pushed his hand away, and rinsed him again before pushing him out.

It wasn't until he closed the door that she dared to undress, rinse herself clean in the shower.

After a dozen minutes or so, she wrapped herself in a towel and exited the bathroom, seeing him lying on the bed, already asleep, sleeping soundly, she shot him a look, still a bit angry.

But as she approached, she couldn't help but sit down and look at him; that hot, hard sensation welled up again, making her blush, quickly rising to go check on her daughter.

Her daughter was sleeping soundly too, she also felt a bit sleepy, last night was exhausting, so she returned to bed, curled up on the other side.

When she awoke, the night had fallen, and the room was quite dark.

Then she felt a hot body against hers, no, it was her holding someone, her thigh resting on him, she could even feel his heat below.

She froze for a moment, her face turning beet red in shame, hurriedly withdrawing, then realized he was still asleep, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

How embarrassing it would be if he discovered!

She felt slightly relieved, wanting to move away a bit more, but suddenly stopped, hand reaching down, quickly grasped a hot, hard object, like a pillar holding up the sky, propping the quilt up high.

"Didn't we just handle this before sleeping?"

She was a bit stunned, touched it, and felt so hot that her entire body turned soft again, desire bursting forth, thinking he was still asleep, wouldn't know anything; her courage grew, opening the quilt, revealing that heat, staring at it intently.

Then leaning back, hand reached down to touch that wet valley, and she opened her red lips, letting out a suppressed, incredibly sensual moan...

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