The Gradual Deepening of Their Relationship

As their bond grew closer, even Xu Feng himself was surprised at how smoothly his plan was unfolding.

Now, even when he accidentally brushed against Zhang Qian’s private areas, her reaction wasn’t nearly as intense as before.

Another weekend arrived, and Zhang Qian came to tutor Xu Feng as usual.

The door was left ajar, and she pushed it open to find him inside—wearing a black Nike tank top, leaning back on a fitness bench as he lifted dumbbells.

His powerful, rock-solid biceps glistened under the morning sunlight, his entire body tanned and radiating raw masculine allure.

The moment she saw him, Zhang Qian’s gaze locked onto him, unable to look away. Her lips parted slightly as she instinctively compared him to her husband.

"If only..."

An inappropriate thought slipped into her mind before she could stop it.

Just as the words formed in her head, Xu Feng noticed her standing there, staring blankly.

"You're here?" he greeted casually.

Zhang Qian blushed and nodded. "You're working out? That's good."

Xu Feng shrugged indifferently and set the dumbbells aside.

He wasn’t bad-looking—his slightly tanned skin was the popular bronze shade nowadays, his teeth pearly white, and though his eyes weren’t large, they were sharp and full of life.

Walking down the street, his silhouette could easily be mistaken for that of a man in his twenties.

Xu Feng spoke up. "I’ve been working out since I was young—almost thirty years now. But with age, even the barbell feels a bit heavy these days."

Zhang Qian nodded silently before finally closing the door properly.

"Men working out is a great habit. I’ve thought about it many times, but I’m afraid I’d slack off and not stick with it," she admitted with a sigh.

"Really? Then come to me. I can train you. Sure, I’m a bit older, but my skills are definitely on par with any personal trainer out there," Xu Feng seized the opportunity.

"Really?" Zhang Qian asked, surprised and pleased.

Xu Feng nodded, smiling. "Then bring a set of workout clothes tomorrow, and I’ll teach you."

"Okay, no problem," she agreed quickly—then noticed his blatant gaze, her heart skipping a beat as she turned away in embarrassment, her dark hair concealing her flushed face, making her look even more alluring.

The entire morning, while assisting Xu Feng, Zhang Qian found her mind wandering.

During their break, she napped in the guest room but tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The worst part was that she was lusting after a man nearly old enough to be her father—how shameful.

Flustered and ashamed, she scolded herself inwardly.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Xu Feng’s attitude toward her was flirtatious, yet she hadn’t just crossed the line—she was practically dancing on it.

How could I be like this? I’m a married woman!

She slapped herself lightly, then flipped over and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

From her voluptuous upper body to her slender legs, then turning to admire her delicate, fair skin—she was undeniably attractive.

But my husband doesn’t even touch me anymore.

Memories of their sweet moments flashed through her mind, but after just a few minutes, they faded into nothingness.

Soon, the image in her mind shifted—now it was Xu Feng.

The mere thought of him sent waves of desire crashing over her, unstoppable and overwhelming.

She was so lost in fantasy that she completely forgot she was a married woman.

She wanted him.

Dreams of Xu Feng were intoxicating.

Within minutes, she was trembling, collapsing onto the bed as she murmured his name in a daze.

And all of this was witnessed by Xu Feng, who had been peeking through the slightly ajar door.

He hadn’t planned to come over, but an urgent question had arisen, and as he approached the door, the strange sounds inside caught his attention.

He pushed it open just a crack and silently observed, watching everything unfold.

Several times, he almost couldn’t resist rushing in—but reason held him back.

He was waiting—for the perfect moment to completely conquer Zhang Qian.

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Back at Home, Late at Night

Alone in her bed, Zhang Qian’s thoughts oscillated between Xu Feng and her husband.

She felt like she was on the verge of losing control.

How could she resist when desire was flooding her veins?

The next day, Zhang Qian dressed with extra care before heading to Xu Feng’s house.

As she entered, he was mid-workout, drenched in sweat.

"Zhang Qian, you’re here. Go change first, and I’ll start teaching you right after," he said.

"Okay, sure," she replied, her cheeks flushing under his direct gaze.

She took out her workout clothes from her bag and headed to the guest room where she had napped earlier.