Chapter 229: Chapter 225: Express Yourself More Clearly
Now he was fast asleep in the small bedroom, with no possibility of knowing what she was doing in the room.
The adult movie was playing an exciting scene, and Wen Xia was watching it intently, her right hand at her mouth, continuously nibbling on her fingernails.
It seemed that wasn’t enough, and she moved her hand downward.
In the movie, the actress was being fiercely fondled by the male actor.
Wen Xia couldn’t help herself, placing her hand on the softness of one side, gently kneading it.
Through the clothes, the force wasn’t enough, so Wen Xia unbuttoned two buttons of her nightgown, reaching her hand in from the neckline.
This time she finally touched the real thing, but the movie had already moved on to the next step.
This next step was not something Wen Xia could handle alone.
She lay her side-lying body flat, and switched to holding the cellphone with the other hand.
Zhang Hao, seeing Wen Xia turn over from outside the door, immediately stepped back two paces, his reason telling him it was time to return to his room to sleep, not to stand here foolishly.
Wen Xia, lying on the bed, hadn’t noticed someone was outside the door up to this point, but she did notice that the door was ajar.
Fearing being discovered doing something wrong in the room, Wen Xia first paused the movie and got up to close the door.
Who would have thought, she would see Zhang Hao standing in front of the dining table.
Panic surged in Wen Xia’s heart. She didn’t know when the door was opened, nor did she know when Zhang Hao had woken up.
However, she was determined, as long as there was no evidence, she wouldn’t admit to anything.
"The dinner was a bit salty, I came out to have some water."
Wen Xia murmured her acknowledgment, her head bowed as she quickly walked into the bathroom, her heart beating faster than normal.
It took quite a while before it calmed down.
After relieving herself, she wiped with toilet paper, only to discover that she was surprisingly moist down there.
Wen Xia hesitated slightly before throwing the tissue into the trash can, then washed her hands and came out as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Hao had already returned to his room. With the living room empty, Wen Xia felt something was off.
She absent-mindedly returned to the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Back in bed, she picked up her cellphone, saw the movie she had paused, and double-tapped the screen to resume play.
However, this time, her mood seemed even more excited than before.
Earlier she knew Zhang Hao was asleep, but now she knew he was awake.
If she made any sound or movement in this room, perhaps Zhang Hao could hear something from the small bedroom.
Wen Xia licked her lips, and then rolled up her top.
Simply kneading there was no longer effective, so Wen Xia carefully slipped her hand into her sleeping pants.
Then she reached into her underwear, not feeling overly excited, but when she touched the seam of her flesh,
she unexpectedly found it to be continually moist.
When she exited the bathroom, she had clearly dried off, yet in just a few minutes, it was moist again.
Wen Xia was surprised by the changes in her body, but then she thought that she wasn’t getting any younger.
Having some adult desires wasn’t unreasonable, so the movement of her hand began to be more bold.
In the past, her hand was enough to satisfy her.
But now, just thinking about Zhang Hao sleeping in the small bedroom gave rise to a strange idea in Wen Xia’s mind.
Watching Zhang Hao change clothes at the hospital today, he took off his shirt, revealing tight and well-defined muscles, comparable to the fitness enthusiasts at the gym.
In other words, he was brimming with masculine hormones.
Zhang Hao’s image lingered in her mind, and Wen Xia tried to shift her focus back to the movie.
Yet the male actor in the movie was in poor shape, with belly flab and a balding head.
It was puzzling why these movies featured actresses with delicate figures and attractive faces.
Ironically, the men were of varying qualities, like irregularly shaped melons or cracked dates.
If it had been Zhang Hao in that movie, perhaps the viewership could have soared to a new level.
Wen Xia felt her imagination was becoming richer by the minute. How could Zhang Hao possibly star in that kind of movie?
In his small bedroom, Zhang Hao also took out his phone and casually opened a website from his bookmarks.
He typed three words into the search bar—"female doctor."
The search results offered a variety of movies, but one glance was enough to separate the real doctors from the fake ones.
The movies didn’t seem interesting, after all, just a few meters away, there was an actual female doctor.
But Zhang Hao didn’t entertain further thoughts. He randomly picked a few movies, gave them a quick watch, and finding them dull, he quit the app and set his phone aside.
He changed positions in bed and lay down again.
But this very turning caused a huge problem.
The image of Wen Xia lingered in his mind, impossible to forget.
Although the two of them hadn’t engaged in any intimate acts, Zhang Hao felt as though countless bugs were crawling and clawing inside his heart.
But as a man, he couldn’t disregard a woman’s feelings.
Otherwise, if Wen Xia took offense, he’d be at a loss for an explanation.
After much deliberation, the only thing Zhang Hao could do at this moment was to calm his restless heart.
Then not think about anything and quickly fall asleep, hoping to catch the flight back home the next day.
Once back, whether it was Lin Wan or someone else, he could surely satisfy his needs.
But the more Zhang Hao thought this way, the more agitated he became, until he heard the sound of a door opening.
Zhang Hao sat up abruptly and tiptoed to the door, not daring to open it.
He heard footsteps—could it be Wen Xia coming to find him?
Zhang Hao wasn’t sure but mustered the courage to open the door.
The moment he opened the door, he saw Wen Xia in a different outfit, no longer in that striped pajama set.
Instead, she had put on a sexy nightgown.
The nightgown had ruffles at the chest and an A-line hem, but it barely covered her backside.
With just a bend, the scenery of her lower half would be completely exposed.
Why change clothes in the middle of the night?
As Zhang Hao wondered, Wen Xia came over to him, looking coy and hesitant.
"Did you see what happened in my room just now?" she asked.
Zhang Hao didn’t immediately respond, choosing to wait and see what Wen Xia truly wanted to say.
"If you saw everything, could you help me? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, but you mustn’t either."
"How can I help you?" Zhang Hao asked.
"How you can help me? Don’t you know? It’s like in the movies, when a man and a woman are together..."
"Together? How so?" Zhang Hao probed further.
Wen Xia felt her cheeks burning, aware that Zhang Hao must know what she was referring to.
Yet he pretended to be clueless, forcing her to say the word explicitly.
"Are you doing this on purpose, wanting me to say that word, aren’t you?" she accused.
Zhang Hao neither nodded nor shook his head, still watching her intently.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a glow on Wen Xia’s skin, making it appear like white porcelain.
As for the simple robe she wore, it seemed to express desire yet shyness.
"I’m not quite sure what you mean, Dr. Wen. If you could express yourself more clearly, then I’ll know what to do," Zhang Hao asked earnestly.
