"Enough? What do you mean enough?"

Dirk Carter paused for a moment and asked.

Daisy Young said nothing.

She turned and walked to the dormitory door.

She closed it and locked it with a click.

Then she drew the curtains.

She took off her glasses and set them aside.

With her hands behind her back, there was a ripping sound, and the zipper at the back of her evening gown was undone.

Her shoulders gave a slight shake.

The silky long evening gown slipped off her shoulders.

Her perfect figure appeared before him.

Perhaps it was for wearing the evening gown.

Daisy Young wasn't wearing underwear underneath.

The only thing covering her bosom were a pair of pasties.

And the mysterious area was covered by just a palm-sized thong.

Despite Daisy Young's usual proper demeanor, her hidden attire was so daring, it made one's blood boil in an instant.

"Daisy Young, you..."

Such a move understandably surprised Dirk Carter somewhat.

Daisy Young's face approached, only a fist's distance from Dirk Carter's, their eyes entwined, and she said, "Last time I was drugged, I was in a haze the entire time. Although it was pleasurable, that pleasure wasn't really mine. Since we might never see each other again after today, why not indulge ourselves a little, right?"

My gosh.

Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover or measure the sea with a pint pot.

I never noticed before.

Dirk Carter couldn't hesitate.

Daisy Young spread her legs and sat directly on Dirk Carter's thigh.

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

And personally tore off her pasties.

Her hand picked up the white rabbit candy, pressing it into Dirk Carter's mouth.

With his mouth filled suddenly, Dirk Carter was initially reserved, but as his tongue touched the grape, Daisy Young shuddered as if a current ran through her body, moaning softly from her throat.

Between her thighs, there was a distinct warm sensation.

Looking down was even more surprising.

The palm-sized thong was completely soaked, a stream of arousal had already breached the dam, wetting Dirk Carter's pants.

Compared to the most "fearsome" Dahlia Hughes, she was clearly something to behold.

How could anyone resist such temptation?

Dirk Carter was, after all, a normal man.

Under Daisy Young's constant teasing.

Dirk Carter finally gave in.

With a twist, he pressed her onto the bed, and before long, the bed began to creak...

Just as Daisy Young mentioned, last time, they didn't know how many times they went at it, the memories vivid and they felt happy back then too.

But under the numbness of the drug, their consciousness was hazy.

Clearly, this experience, in their awakened state, was more real and exhilarating.

It must be said, compared to other women, Daisy Young's figure was not exceptional, nor was her appearance, but just her initiative and the intensity of her demands put her at least in the same league as Dahlia Hughes.

This is what you'd call having the software make up for lacking hardware.

At least, you could say Dahlia Hughes had a certain condition that made her that way.

But Daisy Young was naturally so.

She told Dirk Carter.

Before their relationship, she would have been considered a conservative and good wife.

Ever since she got involved with Dirk Carter, she almost daily recalled that scene, realizing that deep down, she might be of a more liberal character.

In other words, Dirk Carter brought out her true nature.

8:30 PM.

Dirk Carter walked out of the Party School gate.

In that sudden moment of reflection, he took a good look at this place where he had stayed for half a year.

Regardless of the outcome, it was not a fruitless journey.

The first clash with Rasco Shaw was a near victory, giving him a bit more time.

He must avenge it.

Thus, he had to grow swiftly during Rasco Shaw's absence, expanding his network and influence, so that one day in the future, when he faced Rasco Shaw again, he would have the courage and strength to challenge him.

Beep beep...

A horn sounded twice.

The car from Kenton County to pick him up stopped in front of him.

Yves Quill got out of the driver's seat.

Helping Dirk Carter put his luggage into the trunk.

As the car door was just pulled open, he saw a familiar face.

"What are you doing here?"

In the back seat, Maeve Winters raised her eyebrows looking at Dirk Carter.

Maeve Winters pouted and said, "What? You don't want to see me after half a year?"

"That's not what I meant, I mean why did you come to pick me up?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Maeve Winters smirked, "I missed you, is that not allowed?"

"Okay, okay, of course, it's allowed."

Dirk Carter got into the car and said to Yves Quill, "Let's go home."

"Alrighty."

A very excited Yves Quill stepped on the gas, leaving the Party School behind.

On the way back.

Yves Quill chatted enthusiastically with Dirk Carter about the changes in the county during the half year he was away.

From big changes like leadership shifts in county departments to small updates like Rearpond Village's reconstruction nearing completion, six months could neither be considered too long nor too short, yet a lot happened.

As Yves Quill rambled on.

Maeve Winters remained silent.

Don't think she was just idling.

Amidst Yves Quill's speaking pauses.

Her hand slipped between Dirk Carter's legs.

Lightly unzipping Dirk Carter's trousers and stealthily fidgeting inside.

To prevent Yves Quill from noticing, Dirk Carter had no choice but to keep talking with Yves Quill. Being distracted this way, he naturally had no time to pay attention to what Maeve Winters was doing.

Solely toying wasn't enough.

Maeve Winters leaned down, her head between Dirk Carter's legs, engulfing him wholly.

Oh heavens, oh earth.

They weren't the only ones in the car!

Even in such circumstances, Maeve Winters disregarded everything, undeniably bold.

The playful activities throughout the journey did pay off.

The hour-and-a-half trip flew by.

Upon returning home.

Dirk Carter was about to go upstairs.

Seeing Maeve Winters standing still.

Jokingly, he teased, "What? After being busy for over an hour, aren't you coming up for some exercise?"

Maeve Winters waved her hand and said, "I better not go up, someone's waiting for you there, it's not my scene, is it?"

"Waiting for me? Who?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Maeve Winters chuckled, "You'll find out once you go up. You're leaving tomorrow, I might not get a chance to taste your lollipop for a while, so I came to pick you up and sneak a taste by myself."

"I'm leaving tomorrow? Who said that?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Maeve Winters paused, asking, "You didn't know yet?"

Dirk Carter shook his head, saying, "No one informed me. Where to?"

"Ardmore City, your transfer order came a week ago."

A week ago?

Dirk Carter hadn't heard a thing.

Seeing his bewildered face, Maeve Winters realized he wasn't joking.

She said, "Forget it, you'll know once you go upstairs, I won't say more, don't want the person upstairs to wait too long. When you get to Ardmore City, give my regards to my cousin for me."

Saying this, Maeve Winters waved and left, unabashed and poised, as one would expect from Maeve Winters.

Dirk Carter pushed open the dormitory door.

A warm aroma of dumplings greeted him.

In the kitchen, holding a plate of dumplings, Helen Fletcher walked out wearing that familiar nightgown, beaming with joy.

"I timed it just right, come, wash your hands and let's have a meal."

"Helen... Sister Helen, why are you here?"

Dirk Carter asked, startled.

Now he understood why Maeve Winters mentioned someone waiting upstairs.

"You're leaving tomorrow, so I made dumplings for you, a little farewell gesture."

Helen Fletcher said with a smile.

Indeed.

Dirk Carter was leaving, and he was leaving tomorrow.

A week before his graduation.

The City Committee issued a transfer order.

Removing Dirk Carter from the Kenton County Committee member, deputy county head position, transferring him to Ardmore City Customs as a Party Group member and deputy head.

Upon hearing the news.

Dirk Carter's mouth dropped open in shock.

After a pause, he asked, "Sister Helen, how can that be? Customs is a direct institution, the City Committee doesn't have that authority. How did they manage it?"

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