Harry was a little confused. He subconsciously looked around and noticed a black car parked not far away. It should be the car of Irene's husband.
The system prompt mentioned that the man named Cain was hiding in the car waiting for him to contact his wife, and the other party was very happy to see this happen.
Why?
Harry felt confused, because normally as a man, seeing his wife injured, he would not help but take care of her. Instead, he waited for other men to help. Isn't this simply giving others the opportunity to NTR him?
Then Harry immediately thought of a possibility and looked strange. Could this be the legendary honey trap?
Irene pretended to be injured and waited for prey, while her husband hid in the car. Was she the prey they were targeting?
But that doesn't make sense. The system won't remind him of something like this, and he's just an ordinary student with no value. Is there some hidden story behind this?
Harry's mind raced, and he finally decided to trust the system.
He walked up to her and asked, "Sister Irene, your foot is injured? Do you want me to help you?"
Irene looked at him, hesitated, and said with a little embarrassment: "Then I'm sorry to bother you, Harry. I accidentally twisted my ankle. Please help me back."
She spoke in a soft and gentle voice, like clear spring water, refreshing to the heart.
Harry nodded and held her arm.
Irene's body trembled, but she moved closer, with half of her body resting against him.
Harry was a little surprised. You couldn't tell from the surface, but he didn't expect Irene to have such a plump figure. Her body was like a ball of cotton, and the soft touch was wonderful. But why did Irene's behavior seem like it was intentional?
"Harry, I'm seriously injured. Thank you for your hard work." Irene apologized. Her body was trembling slightly, perhaps from nervousness or fear.
"It's not hard, Sister Irene, let's go,"
Harry said calmly, suppressing the strangeness in his heart, and holding Irene's arm, they walked into the community.
He decided to see what conspiracy Irene and her husband had. If they really thought of him as a fool, then don't blame him for being cruel.
Feeling the plump body of the woman beside him, Harry felt a flash of heat in his heart.
The two of them came to the elevator. Harry held Irene with one hand and stretched out the other hand to press the elevator button. Turning around, he noticed that the woman's chest was heaving, she was breathing slightly, and her face was flushed.
There was a strange flash in Harry's eyes, and he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Sister Irene, are you tired?"
Irene was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head in embarrassment: "A little bit, because one of my feet is injured, so it's hard for me to walk."
Harry asked tentatively: "How about you put your hand on my shoulder?"
Irene hesitated: "Will this be too hard for you?"
Seeing that she didn't object, Harry felt that something was wrong, but he smiled and said, "No, Sister Irene isn't heavy, and we can just take the elevator up, it's not far."
Irene bit her teeth and smiled sweetly, "Then I'll trouble you, Harry."
As she said this, she put her hand on Harry's shoulder, but Harry was taller than her, so it was a bit inconvenient.
Irene gritted her teeth and said with a red face: "Harry, how about... you hold my waist and walk, it will be more convenient this way."
"This is not good. What if Brother Cain sees this and misunderstands me..."
Harry seemed to be frightened and acted coyly.
Irene looked at his shy look, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly chuckled: "Harry, you are still worried about this? Don't worry, your brother Cain is not that petty, and I can't leave now. If you don't hold my waist, you will be very tired."
As she spoke, a strange color flashed in her eyes.
"In that case…" Harry struggled for a moment, then said guiltily, "Okay then, but Sister Irene, don't tell Brother Cain. It would be bad if he gets jealous."
He acted like a novice. His face turned red after he finished speaking. He gritted his teeth and put his arms around Irene's waist. During the contact, he felt that her waist was as slender as a willow leaf, just enough to be held in one hand.
Harry was surprised and thought what a thin waist she had.
Irene felt the boy's arms around her slender waist, her heart warmed and her body inexplicably softened. She took a breath and looked at Harry in front of her. A trace of confusion flashed across her eyes and her body involuntarily moved towards him.
Harry noticed that she was getting closer to him, and he couldn't help but hold her tighter.
At this time, the elevator door opened, and Harry walked into the elevator with Irene in his arms. Irene snuggled in his arms like a little woman, her red face full of shyness.
The moment the elevator door closed, Harry saw Cain's figure in the distance. He was hiding in a secluded position and secretly watching him having ambiguous contact with his wife.
Harry was a little confused. This development was really beyond his expectations, and he couldn't understand what the couple's purpose was.
Soon the elevator stopped. Harry came to his senses, looked down at Irene who was leaning weakly in his arms, sighed in his heart, and helped her out of the elevator.
Arrived at Irene's house and opened the door to enter.
Harry hugged Irene and walked to the sofa and asked her, "Sister Irene, we are home now. Please sit down first."
Irene opened her eyes, her eyes were intoxicated. After seeing the familiar environment, she quickly regained consciousness, her pretty face flushed, and she sat down carefully, looking at Harry gratefully: "Thank you so much, Harry. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do."
"It's my duty. We are neighbors after all. By the way, Sister Irene, is your foot okay? Do you want to take off your shoes and check it?" Harry asked, pointing at Irene's feet.
Irene shrank her feet and smiled, "It should be fine. I'll just apply some medicine and it will be fine."
Harry silently withdrew his hand. The other party didn't realize that he was not pointing at her injured foot. It turned out that the so-called injury was also fake.
"Then I'll go back first. Goodbye, Sister Irene." After looking at her deeply, Harry pretended to greet her naturally, and then left her house.
After the door was closed, Irene, who had originally had a natural expression, suddenly blushed all the way to her ears. She seemed to have done something immoral and covered her red face with her hands in embarrassment.
At this time, she heard the sound of the door opening. Irene put down her hand and looked over. She found that it was Cain who came back. A hint of disgust appeared in her eyes, and her pretty face turned cold and she said nothing.
Cain didn't seem to realize that she was angry. He walked up to her and asked impatiently, "Irene, what do you think of Harry? Do you like him?"
Irene blushed when she heard that. She recalled the close contact she had just had with the boy. The hot feeling and the strong masculine scent seemed to be still close to her. When she recalled it now, her body actually felt a little weak.