Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Lin Feng had just come out of the internet cafe and had been lying down at his grandmother's house for less than ten minutes when his phone started buzzing.

He took it out and saw a text message from Zhang Min, the owner of that video arcade.

"Hey bro, how was yesterday?"

Lin Feng chuckled as he stared at the screen. "Flirting so early in the morning, he's got some nerve."

With a mischievous grin, he replied, "What? Want to try it yourself?"

After sending the message, he tossed his phone next to his pillow, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Less than three seconds later, the phone vibrated again.

"My husband is away on a business trip today and won't be back for three days. Do you dare to come?"

Lin Feng sat up abruptly.

This is blatant provocation!

He checked his watch. It was only a little past nine. Luckily, he had slept for three hours at the internet cafe, so he was feeling alright and it shouldn't affect him.

Lin Feng licked his lips, and Zhang Min's fox-like face flashed through his mind—cold, fair skin, a curvaceous figure, and that seductive charm.

He replied with a single word: "Dare."

Zhang Min replied instantly: "Building 3, Room 202, Tuanjie Community. The door wasn't locked, just come in."

Lin Feng put on his clothes, went out, got on his grandmother's old bicycle, and pedaled towards Tuanjie Community.

It's Sunday, and there are quite a few people on the street. The breakfast stalls along the roadside are still steaming, offering steamed buns, wontons, and hot noodles.

The shouts of vegetable vendors and the loud voices of acquaintances greeting each other mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere that reached people's ears.

The sun was neither too hot nor too stuffy, the sky was a clear blue, and the whole street exuded a comfortable and cheerful lively atmosphere.

Lin Feng rode very fast, his mind filled with Zhang Min's text message—"The door isn't locked, just come in."

He was overjoyed. A 38-year-old soul with an 18-year-old body—wasn't this a gift from God?

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Tuanjie Community is located in the south of Huanan County. It is an old community with six-story buildings, no elevators, and the paint on the walls is peeling off.

Lin Feng went straight up to the second floor, found room 202, and the door was indeed ajar.

Just then, the man from apartment 202 came downstairs. Seeing that Lin Feng was a stranger, he glanced at him a couple more times.

But his mind was full of the young woman, so he didn't pay attention to anything else and just pushed the door open and went in.

A fragrance wafted through the room, a mixture of cheap perfume and a woman's natural body odor.

This flavor is so addictive!

On the living room table were two bottles of Harbin beer, a plate of peanuts, a plate of smashed cucumbers, and a box of opened cigarettes.

Zhang Min's voice came from the bedroom, carrying a hint of languor and allure:

"You're here...? Come in."

Lin Feng changed into slippers, went into the bedroom, and almost had a nosebleed when he pushed the door open.

Zhang Min was wearing a red spaghetti strap nightgown with a very low neckline.

Her hair was loose, styled in big waves, and she wore makeup, with bright red lips and black high heels.

She lay on her side on the bed, squinting at Lin Feng.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Her voice was soft and sticky.

Lin Feng swallowed hard: "It's so beautiful, I don't even know where to look first."

Zhang Min laughed so hard she was shaking, and she patted the side of the bed:

"Come, little brother, come and sit down."

Lin Feng sat down, and Zhang Min leaned against him. She was soft and warm, and her fragrance filled his nostrils.

Zhang Min poked Lin Feng's chest with her finger: "You've got guts, haven't you? You actually dared to come. Aren't you afraid my husband will come back?"

"Hehe... If my sister dares to do it, what don't I dare to do?"

Lin Feng wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand sliding down her nightgown: "Sister, you smell so good! Can I come closer and smell you?"

Zhang Min trembled, her face turning as red as a ripe apple. This wasn't shyness, but rather a flirtatious urge.

"Hey kid, how come you're so brave?"

Raymond Lam pressed his lips to her ear and said in a bubbly voice:

"If you're not afraid, why should I be?"

Zhang Min bit her lower lip, her eyes gleaming, and her hands began to wander.

"You little rascal, you were talking about a motor yesterday, I'd like to see what you're really made of."

Lin Feng smiled wickedly, his devilish claws reaching downwards.

Zhang Min's beautiful eyes furrowed slightly, her gaze gradually becoming hazy, as she wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck: "You're so good at this!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, he just bent down.

Zhang Min's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "How can you have so many at such a young age?"

As the indoor temperature gradually rose, two shadows flickered on the wall under the light of the table lamp.

Although it was a friendly competition, both of them were proud and arrogant players, and neither was willing to admit defeat to the other.

After helping each other for five or six minutes, the real competition began.

Raymond Lam repeatedly employs unconventional tactics, each one potentially fatal.

But Zhang Min was not to be outdone.

The two fought fiercely, until the sky darkened.

Lin Feng's physical condition began to show its advantages at the age of 18.

Zhang Min gradually lost her nerve and surrendered.

Lin Feng smiled wickedly: "Surrender? Dream on. We must fight to the bitter end."

The battle ended 66 minutes later.

Lin Feng leaned against the headboard, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Zhang Min lay on his chest, tracing circles on his stomach with her fingers, muttering:

"You little rascal, you're so young, but you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Lin Feng exhaled a puff of smoke: "Absolutely, we have a natural talent."

Zhang Min pinched his waist: "Talent my ass, you're just a little pervert."

"Don't you just like perverts?"

Zhang Min playfully punched Lin Feng's chest:

"You're annoying."

Lin Feng glanced at his phone: "Your husband really went on a business trip?"

Zhang Min hugged him: "Really! He went to Harbin and won't be back for three days. Don't worry, he's perfectly safe."

Lin Feng nodded: "Then I'll stay at your place for two days."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps came from downstairs, accompanied by cursing.

Then I heard the sound of inserting a key, but it wouldn't turn because the door was locked from the inside.

"Zhang Min! You fucking open the door! I know you're in there!"

Lin Feng's expression changed: "Holy crap! Your husband?"

Zhang Min's face turned pale instantly: "That's impossible! He said he went to Harbin! How come he's back so soon!"

The sound of banging on the door came again: "Fuck you, open the door! I'm going to kill that bastard today!"

There are at least two people outside.

Zhang Min panicked and quickly put on her clothes:

"Oh no, someone must have snitched! Everyone in this neighborhood knows each other; someone must have seen you come in!"

Lin Feng didn't have time to think much and put on his underwear first.

The banging on the door grew louder and louder: "Zhang Min! If you don't open the door, I'll kick it down!"

"Coming! Coming!" Zhang Min shouted. Then, anxiously turning back to Lin Feng, she whispered, "Quick, hide!"

"Where can I hide?" Lin Feng looked around the bedroom; there was only one wardrobe, not enough to hide anyone.

"Jump out the window! The second floor isn't high!" Zhang Min pointed to the window.

Lin Feng opened the window and looked down—there was a flower bed downstairs, but there was a person standing next to it.

"Sister-in-law! I see you! That man is by the window!" the person downstairs shouted.

"Damn it!" Lin Feng cursed.

Zhang Min stamped her feet anxiously, "It's all over! His cousin Li Gang is waiting downstairs! You have to think of something!"

The door was kicked, and the door frame cracked with a "crack".

"Zhang Min! You fucking open the door! I'm going to skin him alive!" Zhang Min's husband's voice was hoarse, like a pig being slaughtered.