To be honest, Cong Duo is young and beautiful.

Normally, Dirk Carter would have no hesitation in adding a woman like that to his collection.

But for some reason, he felt no interest in Cong Duo.

Especially when Dirk Carter pressed his hand a few times on Cong Duo's fleshy part, and found no sign of a cyst.

Offering gifts without a cause, either a traitor or a thief.

No woman would come to the door for free, Dirk Carter still understands this principle.

He withdrew the hand that Cong Duo was holding down.

And said: "Deputy Secretary Cong, I, Dirk Carter, am not very knowledgeable, it seems that you still have to go to the hospital for an examination."

As soon as he said those words.

Cong Duo knew what he meant.

She silently put her clothes back on.

With an unhappy face, she said: "Alright, since Mayor Carter is not willing to help, Cong Duo won't force it. Mayor Carter has just arrived today, so you must be tired, get some rest early."

After speaking.

She turned and left the apartment.

That night.

After a busy day, Dirk Carter entered into a dream.

Completely different from the city.

In the early hours, is when nightlife just begins.

But in town, it's entirely different, listening with ears, all is silent.

On the balcony.

A figure climbed up.

Then landed steadily on the ground.

From the figure, it seemed to be a woman, and judging from the shape of the chest, it should be the sister, Ewan Forrest.

Ewan Forrest gently pushed open the glass door of the balcony, entered the living room, looked around, and confirmed that there was no one, then leaned against the bedroom door, listening attentively for a moment.

Vaguely, she heard the sound of Dirk Carter snoring from inside.

Only then did Ewan Forrest feel at ease.

With the slowest motion, she twisted open the bedroom door.

Not making a single sound.

Then, in a flash, she slipped into the bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't big.

A bed against the wall along with a wardrobe.

At this time, Dirk Carter, wearing only a pair of underpants, lay sprawled on the bed, deeply asleep.

Ewan Forrest frowned.

Her gaze fell on a small bag inside the bed.

This small bag Dirk Carter always carried with him.

Moreover, who would sleep with a bag on the bed?

She was delighted in her heart.

It seemed that the thing Brother Cheng was looking for should be in that bag.

Although it was within reach,

trying to get that bag proved challenging for Ewan Forrest.

To get the bag, she had to get on the bed, but once on the bed, one wrong move might wake Dirk Carter.

She knew she was no match for Dirk Carter, once he woke up, she feared her plan would be foiled.

Since she had come this far,

she could only brace herself and give it a try.

Ewan Forrest took off her shoes.

One foot placed on the bed.

Perhaps due to uneven pressure, the bed surprisingly creaked.

She was startled.

Quickly retracted her foot.

This way was not possible.

She turned around.

Let her soft butt sit on the bed, as expected, this time the bed did not make a sound.

With her back facing the bag, she reached out to grasp it, only to find that her arm's length was entirely insufficient, trying several times but to no avail.

In frustration,

Ewan Forrest could only grit her teeth,

put her entire body on the bed and lay down next to Dirk Carter.

At this time, Dirk Carter was only a few centimeters away from her body.

Luckily, Dirk Carter was back to her, otherwise, he would surely wake up.

Thus,

the arm's length was sufficient.

Just as she was about to extend a hand to take the bag,

suddenly, Dirk Carter moved.

Ewan Forrest quickly retracted her hand, just as she was about to get out of bed, Dirk Carter already turned around, one hand directly placed on her chest.

Ewan Forrest was about to scream.

On a closer look,

in the darkness, Dirk Carter still had his eyes closed, which meant he merely turned in his sleep.

Crying out was not an option, nor could she move, or she would be doomed.

Calming herself, she covered her mouth and nose with one hand, fearing even the slightest breath might wake Dirk Carter.

While pondering how to escape.

Dirk Carter's unconscious hand actually went under her tight T-shirt, skillfully pulled aside her bra, and began kneading her two large mounds.

"Is he awake?"

This was Ewan Forrest's subconscious thought.

Turning her eyes, Dirk Carter's eyes were still closed, yet his nose was emitting a slight snoring sound.

This guy, even asleep, is not honest.

Though angry, Ewan Forrest dared not move.

She had to endure Dirk Carter's lecherous hand.

At first, she felt somewhat humiliated.

But as Dirk Carter continued to move his hand, for some unknown reason, deep within, she began to feel a strange sensation.

The tips of her breasts tingled, and throughout her entire body, a numbness spread.

Like countless little bugs crawling at her heart.

The process lasted about five or six minutes.

Dirk Carter's hand began slowly moving down from her chest.

When it reached the lower abdomen, Ewan Forrest closed her eyes and kept shouting in her heart: "Don't go any lower, don't go any lower..."

But praying was futile.

The unconscious hand slipped past the waistband of her yoga pants.

When that magical hand finally landed on the lotus, Ewan Forrest felt a strong electric current pass through her skin up to her skull.

Deep inside, a warm current cascaded down.

Even restrained by the strongest awareness,

her body couldn't resist trembling.

Fortunately,

this "exploration" only lasted for about one or two minutes.

Dirk Carter turned, his hand leaving between her legs, back facing her again.

At that moment, Ewan Forrest felt a faint sense of disappointment in her heart.

"The bag."

She suddenly remembered something.

Quickly glanced toward the head of the bed.

The scene before her made her heart sink.

Dirk Carter's turn this time, his hand was drooping over that bag.

Meaning Ewan Forrest had no chance tonight.

Unable to steal the bag, she had to find another opportunity.

She flipped over, quietly got off the bed, then as she arrived, slipped out of the bedroom, and slid down the balcony's pipes.

As if fleeing for her life.

Ewan Forrest, panting heavily, opened the driver's door and got in.

Even after closing the door, she was still out of breath, her chest rising and falling continuously.

Scenes of earlier touches by Dirk Carter kept swirling in her mind.

"Sis, got it?"

In the back seat, Rose Forrest, seeing Ewan Forrest get in, quickly sat up and asked with concern.

"No, it seems we'll have to wait for another time."

Ewan Forrest replied.

Rose Forrest responded with an "oh" and suddenly frowned, asking: "Sis, why are you out of breath, and why is your face so red?"

This was not the question Ewan Forrest asked Rose Forrest on the way?

At this moment, feeling guilty, Ewan Forrest said: "Damn girl, I climbed down from the third floor, of course, I'm tired."

"Oh."

Rose Forrest nodded, unsuspecting.

Seeing her sister believe it,

Ewan Forrest also breathed a sigh of relief.

Avoiding having her thoughts seen through.

When their car slowly left,

they didn't notice, on Dirk Carter's apartment balcony at this moment stood a person.

A man wearing only underpants.

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