"Turning off the lights can help you relax more."
Wang Dahai came over, his tone remaining unchanged as he spoke.
He walked to the sofa and said, "Lie down."
"Okay." Wu Qiangwei lay down slowly, somewhat uncomfortably.
As soon as she lay down, she felt Wang Dahai's warm hand rest on her lower abdomen.
After massaging for a while, Wang Dahai said, "I'm going to lift your shirt."
"Okay." Wu Qiangwei's voice trembled slightly.
The shirt tucked into her pants was pulled out by Wang Dahai, and he began unbuttoning it one by one from the bottom.
Until her flat, delicate lower abdomen was exposed.
Her breathing quickened slightly, her abdomen rising and falling, at times held in, at other times bulging.
But Wang Dahai didn't immediately continue massaging; instead, he gripped the edge of her pants.
Then, he unbuttoned her trousers.
She suddenly felt very nervous, unsure of what Wang Dahai was intending to do.
