They walked hand in hand along the riverbank.
The evening breeze lifted her long hair, and as her skirt fluttered, it revealed her thighs.
Lin Wanqiu gently pressed down her skirt.
As they approached the bridge tunnel, both slowed their pace. Lin Wanqiu's heartbeat gradually quickened, filled with anticipation and nervousness about what was about to happen.
As they entered the bridge tunnel, Wang Dahai was just about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.
He took it out and saw the caller, frowning slightly.
"Who is it?"
"Director Wu's secretary," Wang Dahai did not hide the fact.
"My aunt's secretary?"
Lin Wanqiu asked curiously, "Why is she calling you?"
"She probably wants to arrange a date."
"Ah?"
A date?
"Let me take this call first."
Wang Dahai smiled and answered the phone.
"Hello, Sister Chen."
"Dahai, have you gone to sleep?"
"Not yet."
"Do you have time?"
"What's up?"
"I'd like to see you."
"Where are you?"
"At home."
