Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

"You son of a bitch! Don't go!"

Lin Dawei sat in the driver's seat, staring expressionlessly at that arrogant face through the rain-blurred glass.

The other side's people have arrived; are we just waiting to be surrounded?

Lin Dawei gripped the steering wheel with one hand, pressed the clutch to the floor with his left foot, and abruptly shifted into first gear with his right hand.

The accelerator was slammed down!

The light truck let out a frantic roar.

Lin Dawei had no intention of slowing down. Instead, he headed towards Liu Biao's direction, aimed at the huge puddle on his right, and suddenly swerved the steering wheel.

The right tire was pressed down hard into the puddle with perfect precision.

Whoosh!

A stream of murky water, mixed with engine oil, mud, and dirty fallen leaves, was violently thrown up by the wheels.

The black, filthy water crashed down on Liu Biao, hitting him squarely in the face.

Impartial and unbiased, hitting the mark precisely.

Liu Biao didn't even have time to dodge. He suddenly felt everything go black before his eyes, and then the foul-smelling, icy muddy water was poured over his head, running down his hair, face, collar, and clothes.

Half a mouthful of muddy water even rushed into his mouth as he was cursing.

"Cough cough... Ugh! Ugh—"

"Ptooey! Ugh—"

Liu Biao stumbled from the impact, covered his eyes, coughed violently, and dry heaved, instantly turning into a drenched, muddy mess.

When he wiped the mud and water from his eyes and looked up again...

The beat-up light truck had already run over the puddle, leaving a red afterimage of its taillights in the rain.

Go ahead and go.

The rain was pouring down like a torrential downpour.

The old residential area doesn't have a parking lot, which is fine on weekdays, but it becomes very inconvenient when it rains.

Lin Dawei parked his car, opened the door, and ran wildly through the heavy rain. By the time he rushed into the apartment building, he was completely soaked.

The new work clothes clung tightly to his body, making his slightly overweight belly stand out.

He shook the rain off his head and stepped onto the second-floor stairs when he saw a familiar figure ahead of him.

It was Tang Xiu.

The woman was carrying groceries in one hand and a dripping umbrella in the other, so she must have just come back from buying groceries.

Today she wore a pure white tight-fitting short-sleeved top and a pair of close-fitting dark skinny jeans. The high waistline accentuated her figure, making her look particularly sleek, especially her round and full curves, which were even more eye-catching in the damp light.

The stairwell was already narrow, and it became even more damp and stuffy on rainy days.

Hearing heavy footsteps behind her, Tang Xiu subconsciously turned around.

Upon seeing Lin Dawei, who was soaking wet, she was slightly taken aback, and a soft, watery light immediately filled her eyes.

"Brother Lin."

Tang Xiu's voice was soft and sweet. Her gaze lingered on his soaked work clothes for a moment, her eyes filled with undisguised concern.

"Why are you so soaked?"

Lin Dawei wiped the rain off his face and stood in the stairwell, catching his breath.

"I didn't pick up any goods today; I went out to run some errands."

"Who knew the rain would come so hard?"

Tang Xiu lifted the plastic bag in her hand; water was still dripping from the opening. The live fish inside thrashed about, splashing water droplets all around her calves.

"Nuonuo kept saying before she left home this morning that she wanted to eat squirrel-shaped mandarin fish for dinner."

"I thought I'd take advantage of my free time at lunchtime to go to the market and pick out some fresh vegetables, and also prepare the vegetables for dinner."

As she spoke, she didn't stop immediately, but instead carried her things upstairs.

The corridor was narrow. Tang Xiu walked ahead, her white tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt clinging to her body, revealing her slender waist, and her dark trousers accentuated her figure neatly.

She climbed the steps one by one, her pace slow, as if she were watching her step, or as if she was deliberately slowing down.

As she reached the corner, she slightly shifted her body, holding onto the railing. The lines behind her swayed gently with her movement, appearing particularly eye-catching under the dim, damp hallway lights.

Lin Dawei followed behind, his gaze involuntarily falling on her swaying buttocks.

When they reached the third floor, Tang Xiucai stopped, turned around and glanced at him, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"You came back in this pouring rain, you probably didn't even have time to eat, right?"

As she took out her keys, she gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm about to cook, so come over to my place later for a hot meal, so you don't have to just grab something to eat when you get back."

Lin Dawei had originally planned to go back inside and make do with a bowl of instant noodles.

But as he watched Tang Xiu gracefully ascend the stairs ahead, his anger was gradually stirred up.

Especially that glance she gave when she turned around just now, it carried an ambiguous meaning, like a hook.

He grinned and lowered his voice.

"Okay."

"I'll go back to my room, take a hot shower, and change into dry clothes. I'll be there in a bit."

Tang Xiu's cheeks flushed slightly, and a hint of undisguised joy flashed in her eyes.

"Then hurry up, I'll clean up the vegetables first."

Before opening the door, she seemed to casually turn to the side, and as she entered the house carrying the bag, she gently twisted her waist and closed the door behind her.

This woman is getting better and better at manipulating people.

Ten minutes later.

After taking a shower, Lin Dawei changed into a clean black short-sleeved shirt and loose shorts, and knocked on the door next door.

The door wasn't locked; it opened with a push. He went in and closed it behind him.

The room was filled with a rich aroma of scallions, ginger, and garlic.

The kitchen glass door was open, and the clay pot on the gas stove was bubbling and steaming.

Tang Xiu was wearing a floral apron and had her back to the door, stirring the vegetables in the pot with a spatula.

The tight jeans made her legs look straight, and her slender waist and ample bosom below created a seductive contrast.

Lin Dawei walked over quietly.

Thick arms suddenly reached out from behind and wrapped around Tang Xiu's soft, slender waist.

"ah!"

Tang Xiu was startled, and almost dropped the spatula into the pot.

Upon smelling that familiar scent of soap and masculine aroma, her tense body instantly softened, and she leaned against Lin Dawei's broad chest.

"Brother Lin, stop fooling around... the food's going to burn..."

Tang Xiu was panting, her voice carrying a coquettish tone of feigned reluctance.

Lin Dawei didn't waste any words with her.

With one hand, he reached over the edge of the apron and forcefully climbed onto Xiaoqiao's snowy peaks, while his other hand slid into her waist.

"I'll eat you first, then I'll eat the rice."

Lin Dawei, with a rough voice, bit her fair earlobe.

Tang Xiu shuddered violently, and the spatula in her hand slipped from her grasp and fell onto the stove with a clatter.

She turned off the gas stove, turned around, and passionately met Lin Dawei's lips.

The kitchen was instantly filled only with heavy breathing and the sounds of friction.

Lin Dawei grabbed her armpits, picked her up, and gently placed her on the kitchen counter.

Tang Xiu braced herself with her hands behind her back and deliberately raised her toes.

The tiny toes touched Lin Dawei's chest and slowly moved up and down.

This completely enraged Lin Dawei.

Outside the window, the wind and rain suddenly erupted without warning.

The sounds of chopping vegetables, accompanied by the bubbling of water in the casserole, create a captivating symphony in the kitchen.

……

More than half an hour later.

【Ding! 】

[One-star objective: Tang Xiu (the neighbor's young wife) kills 4/10, second stage mission progress updated.]

Hearing the crisp mechanical voice in his mind, Lin Dawei retreated with satisfaction.

Tang Xiu lay limply on the stage, her forehead drenched in sweat, barely able to breathe.