There was another person in the room, equally excited, hiding in the closet, watching with gusto. The person on the bed was having fun, and he was just as excited watching. Ying Huanhuan's nakedness not only made it easier for her to play with Qing Ye, but also made it easier for Lin Dong to watch intently. Unfortunately, Lin Dong could only get excited in the closet. While the person on the bed couldn't draw his gun, he could still caress the beautiful body beneath him and satisfy his wanking desire. Lin Dong, on the other hand, was surrounded by lifeless wood, leaving him with nowhere to vent his inner desire. He could only glare enviously at the man on the bed, who was wantonly toying with the young girl, carefully watching how he toyed with his wife, satisfying his wanking desire.
After watching Qing Ye toy with Ying Huanhuan's breasts for a while, Lin Dong noticed a hand reaching down to Ying Huanhuan's lower abdomen. This was the first time in several days that he had seen Qing Ye's right hand after an action, prompting Lin Dong to immediately shift his focus and follow the downward movement of the hand. Watching it slowly make its way to Ying Huanhuan's lower body, Lin Dong couldn't help but lick his dry lips. However, something felt amiss in the scene, prompting him to abandon tracking Qing Ye's hand and continue his gaze downward.
"Hmm?" Lin Dong was somewhat surprised by the sight. Something that shouldn't have appeared before him was there, causing him to pause for a moment. He noticed that the bottom of Ying Huanhuan's panties had darkened in color. While it wasn't blatantly noticeable, it was already noticeable.
"Huanhuan's already wet?" Lin Dong thought with some surprise. He remembered Qing Ye's surprise the first night he'd reached into Ying Huanhuan's panties and felt her vagina, not a trace of moisture on his hand. Now, before Qing Ye even put his hand inside her panties, Ying Huanhuan was already a little wet. Lin Dong could only think of one reason: "Is it because of that medicine?"
"Could it be that the medicine increases sensitivity?" Lin Dong could only think of the medicine Qing Ye applied every night. But on second thought, it didn't seem right. If it was simply increasing sensitivity, then the effect should have been apparent every morning when Lin Dong played with her. However, over the past few days, Lin Dong felt that Ying Huanhuan's sensitivity was about the same as before. If it weren't for the increased sensitivity, Ying Huanhuan wouldn't have been wet so quickly.
As Lin Dong pondered, Qing Ye's hand had already slipped inside Ying Huanhuan's panties, bulging them out to a noticeable degree. Unable to predict the outcome, Lin Dong could only continue watching, watching Qing Ye's hand pumping inside her panties. Unfortunately, he couldn't see what was going on inside; he could only watch the pristine white of her panties gradually darken in color until they were completely soaked. Then, he watched as Qing Ye stripped Ying Huanhuan naked, brought her to orgasm with his penis, and then smeared the drug all over her body before leaving.
Another night passed, and Lin Dong also climbed into bed, holding his beloved wife, who had just been toyed with by someone else. He waited for her to wake up, then told her what he had witnessed.
After hearing Lin Dong's story, Ying Huanhuan was surprised for a moment, then her face flushed. She felt embarrassed that she had been wet so quickly by someone other than Lin Dong. After she recovered, they discussed the matter, but still no answer was forthcoming.
"Could it be that the drug I applied a few days ago is only taking effect today?" In the end, this was the only possible conclusion Lin Dong could come up with. "I don't know, maybe," Ying Huanhuan couldn't think of any other answer.
"Then I'll try it now," Lin Dong said, his hands on Ying Huanhuan. He'd been holding back all night, and now it was finally his turn to indulge his urge. Regardless of whether the drug had only just taken effect today, he'd try it while satisfying his craving.
In the end, after a morning of experimentation, with Ying Huanhuan's half-hearted willingness, Lin Dong didn't notice anything unusual. Ying Huanhuan's body remained the same, showing no signs of increased sensitivity. The two of them didn't dwell on it anymore. Knowing was good, and not knowing wasn't a big deal.
Lin Dong and the others went out to play as usual in the afternoon. Although Lin Dong was most looking forward to watching Ying Huanhuan being toyed with by Qing Ye in the evening, he still enjoyed the morning hours just as much. It was as if they were back in the old days. By the evening, they had returned to Ying Huanhuan's room.
It was the same familiar scene, the same familiar tea. Ying Huanhuan was already used to Qing Ye bringing her tea. Although she knew what Qing Ye was doing, she had adjusted somewhat, her initial blush gone, and she drank the tea naturally. And tonight, Ying Huanhuan completely fulfilled Lin Dong's desire. Blushing before him, she reached under her skirt and pulled the small piece of fabric down her legs, removing it from her snow-white feet. Lin Dong watched this scene with excitement, finally able to see Ying Huanhuan's lower body bare as Qing Ye played with her. Tonight was another familiar night, the sixth of theirs.
The evening's content once again filled Lin Dong with immense excitement. Although the plot remained identical, it still stirred Lin Dong's feelings, and this feeling was even more pronounced than before. Lin Dong didn't perceive anything wrong, and he thoroughly enjoyed this strange excitement, his inner desire growing stronger. Of course, this also made the morning's intercourse between Lin Dong and Ying Huanhuan even longer.
Today marked the seventh day Ying Huanhuan had drunk the tea Qing Ye had brought her. Now accustomed to it, Ying Huanhuan simply drank the tea and dismissed Qing Ye without a word, returning to Lin Dong's arms. Ying Huanhuan felt that instead of chatting with Qing Ye, she would rather play with Lin Dong for a while. Although she was eager to spend time with him, it was soon time for bed, ready for Qing Ye's playful pleasures.
Lin Dong watched Ying Huanhuan approach the bed, a gentle smile on his face. Ying Huanhuan had given him a lot these past few days. Although she hadn't spoken, he knew how difficult it was for a chaste woman to set aside her dignity for a man and wait every night for a man who wasn't her husband to play with her pure body. Perhaps he felt a surge of excitement watching her being played with by others at night, but beyond that, his heart was filled with love and emotion.
"Huanhuan!" Lin Dong called out at this thought, wanting to express his love to Ying Huanhuan.
Ying Huanhuan turned to look at Lin Dong, and seeing his eyes gleaming with a certain light, her fair face instantly turned red. She lowered her head slightly, somewhat afraid to look at Lin Dong.
Lin Dong stared at Ying Huanhuan, whose face had suddenly turned red as if she were ripe, in bewilderment. He didn't understand why she blushed so suddenly at this moment. Just as he was about to ask, Ying Huanhuan spoke first.
"No, you don't have to say it. I get it," Ying Huanhuan whispered.
"Hmm?" Lin Dong looked at Ying Huanhuan in confusion. Her words had left him bewildered.
Before Lin Dong could react, Ying Huanhuan turned around, ran onto the bed, and covered herself tightly with the quilt, leaving only her little head exposed as she looked at Lin Dong shyly.
Lin Dong stared at Ying Huanhuan, bewildered. He had no idea why she had suddenly become like this, so he could only continue watching, hoping to see what she would do next.
Lin Dong only saw Ying Huanhuan lying on the bed, wrapped in the quilt. Then, a rustling sound came from under the quilt. Lin Dong had no idea what Ying Huanhuan was going to do, so he could only stare at her. Ying Huanhuan's face turned even redder when she saw Lin Dong staring at her, but she didn't stop her movements.
Soon, the rustling sound stopped. Ying Huanhuan blushed and blinked, and Lin Dong saw a small hand reaching out from under the quilt, holding a piece of green clothing. The hand released the clothing, and it fell to the ground. Lin Dong knew it was the top Ying Huanhuan was wearing today. The hand then reached back under the quilt, and another rustling sound was heard. Soon after, another piece of ruffled clothing was brought out and thrown to the ground. It was the skirt Ying Huanhuan was wearing today.
At this point, Lin Dong still didn't know what had happened to Ying Huanhuan. A moment later, two more pieces of clothing appeared on the ground: Ying Huanhuan's undershirt and panties. The lingering warmth from them indicated that they had just clung to their owner. Now, Ying Huanhuan was naked, with only the quilt covering her beautiful body. Ying Huanhuan made no further move, and simply looked at Lin Dong shyly.