Chapter 184: Chapter 182 Clogged
As for Xu Mi, since she had that surgery, she had been resting at home.
When she would come back to work was still unknown.
However, the leadership adopted the suggestion previously made by Zhang Hao.
Recruitment began in preparation for the opening of the new hospital location.
They hired two experienced practitioners for the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.
The addition of the new doctors greatly aided Zhang Hao’s workload.
He had thought there wouldn’t be many patients today since the hospital had just resumed services.
But what Zhang Hao hadn’t expected was that the morning would be relatively quiet.
They could even chat with each other.
However, by the afternoon, patients surged in like a tide.
He didn’t even have time to take a sip of water.
After some inquiries, he learned that these patients had all been putting off their visits.
They only trusted Zhang Hao’s medical skills, and for their support, Zhang Hao was sincerely grateful.
He was thankful that there were two doctors in the department who could handle things on their own; otherwise, with so many patients, Zhang Hao alone certainly couldn’t have managed them all.
After seeing the last patient of the day, Zhang Hao felt as if his bones were about to fall apart from exhaustion.
"I thought today was going to be easy, but I didn’t expect so many patients to show up all at once."
Lin Wan handed Zhang Hao a glass of water while speaking and noted his voice was a bit hoarse.
After drinking a couple of sips of water, Zhang Hao quickly packed up his things to leave work.
He Qianhui, on the other hand, didn’t have much work since she had just finished a major project.
She just needed to occasionally contact Mr. Zhang to maintain the relationship and ensure the next collaboration would go smoothly.
Several days passed, and finally, the weekend arrived.
Early in the morning, Zhang Hao got up to do housework and saw a pile of dirty clothes in the hamper.
Zhang Hao sorted them into two groups, separating his clothes from He Qianhui’s and washed them in batches.
He remembered that He Qianhui’s undergarments used to be conservative and simple before they lived together.
After moving in with each other, Zhang Hao noticed that He Qianhui’s undergarments had become more sophisticated.
When He Qianhui woke up, she found the room spotless.
Especially seeing Zhang Hao hanging laundry on the balcony, she was surprised.
"Xiaohui, are your undergarments always this big?"
Lazily lying in bed, He Qianhui propped her head on one hand and casually draped the other over herself.
"Yeah, they’ve always been this big, haven’t you noticed before?"
Zhang Hao held up He Qianhui’s undergarment to compare, then said with a smile, "No problem, it’s better a bit larger, feels nice to the touch."
He Qianhui gave him a glare and lounged in bed for a while longer before getting up.
"Are we going out today or staying in?"
"Let’s stay in, I don’t feel like going anywhere."
In the afternoon, they picked a movie to watch, but halfway through, Zhang Hao suddenly switched to the kind of movie that only takes two or three people to make.
He Qianhui’s face blushed, "Why did you suddenly change the disk? Watching this kind of movie..."
"What’s wrong with it? Aren’t we just appreciating art? Is there a problem with that?"
He Qianhui said with a laugh, "You want to do more than just appreciate, don’t you? You want to emulate it, right?"
At home, He Qianhui disliked wearing undergarments, which meant at that moment, she was only wearing a very thin robe.
Given her ample attributes, even a loose robe revealed her shape.
"Of course, how could we know if what they film is real without putting it into practice?"
"Besides, I believe you are definitely more skilled than the leading lady in the movie."
He Qianhui gave a reassured smile, and Zhang Hao rewound the film a bit.
They saw the female protagonist serving two men at the same time, using her mouth on one while her hand pleased the other, without any delay.
He Qianhui got a bit excited. "Why the sudden interest in MFM videos? Could it be that deep down, you’re planning to find another guy to join in?"
Zhang Hao immediately shook his head in denial to He Qianhui’s suggestion.
He certainly didn’t have any intention of being cuckolded, especially since he was planning to live with He Qianhui.
It was one thing for a former cousin, but as for him, he absolutely wouldn’t allow any other man to touch He Qianhui.
"This is the only one left we haven’t seen, isn’t it? We’ve already watched all the others, right?"
Thinking back on the previous films, He Qianhui had basically tried hard to imitate the female leads.
The two of them had also unlocked some new positions because of this.
But the quality of the positions was not important; what mattered was whether they could both reach pleasure at the same time and enjoy the entanglement of delight.
"You’re so bad, watching so many videos. No matter how you put it, isn’t it just that you want to play with me? But I’m willing," she said.
With that one sentence from He Qianhui, Zhang Hao immediately took off his shirt, revealing his firm muscles.
"I’ve been too busy with work these past few days, neglecting you. Every night I just come home and sleep. Do you want to go twice?"
He Qianhui sprang up from the couch.
"Twice is not enough; at least three times," she said.
"Alright, three times then. Harden it, and then sit on top and work it yourself."
He Qianhui didn’t know what came over her, but when she heard Zhang Hao speak in that semi-commanding tone,
she felt incredibly excited and aroused, even though she would have tried to get him hard on her own without him saying so.
It had to be hard to go inside!
But being commanded to do it gave her a feeling of shame she’d never experienced before.
With that shame fueling her, He Qianhui became even more vigorous.
She only thought about making Zhang Hao more comfortable.
She didn’t know if it was due to having the movie playing, or because she was particularly earnest this time,
but Zhang Hao reacted unusually quickly, reaching his best state within just a few minutes.
He Qianhui was surprised by his reactions that day.
Including her own; while she had been blowing and licking him, she had already begun to feel wetness between her legs.
By the time Zhang Hao called a halt, preparing for closer contact, she was already overwhelmed with moistness!
"Kneel on the couch," Zhang Hao said.
He Qianhui skillfully knelt on the couch, her hands on the backrest, her body arched.
Zhang Hao stood behind her, first rubbing her slit a few times with his hand.
With just these few touches, He Qianhui was already moaning continuously.
Her spot was extremely sensitive; a light touch was all it took to make her feel ecstatic.
"Just a couple of touches and you’re moaning like this. I haven’t even started fucking you yet," Zhang Hao said.
"Then hurry up and fuck me. It’s not like I’m dry down there, can’t you see I really want it?"
Zhang Hao wasn’t in a hurry to enter her; instead, he kneaded her a few times with his hand before squeezing two fingers inside.
"We’ve done it so many times, yet how come you’re still so tight? My fingers can barely move," he said.
He Qianhui knew that this was Zhang Hao’s way of complimenting her on being as tight as before.
"Wait until I have kids in the future, and it’ll be all loose here. Then you’ll probably start to dislike me, won’t you?"
Zhang Hao moved his fingers, going in and out of her, and with each thrust his fingertips would flick upward,
scraping against the walls of her flesh, trying to smooth out the inner folds!
He Qianhui couldn’t bear this kind of stimulation. Sometimes she threw her head back and screamed loudly; other times, she bowed her head and gasped for breath nonstop.
The wetness between her legs was increasingly uncontrollable.
"Hao, Hao, stop fingering me. If you keep going, I’m going to break down. Hurry up and plug me with your big stick," she begged.
