Chapter 231: Chapter 227 Peach Flavor
Having removed Wen Xia’s underwear, her petite and delicate curves were finally exposed.
The rounded tips were a light pink hue. They looked enticing, much like a just-ripened peach.
Wen Xia instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, but Zhang Hao stopped her.
"Sooner or later you’d have to reveal yourself, and having it happen in front of me today should be something you’re thankful for," he said.
Wen Xia understood exactly what Zhang Hao meant by those words.
If it had been any other man, she could have managed to suppress the restlessness in her heart tonight.
But precisely because it was Zhang Hao—knowing that at heart he wasn’t a bad man and would never take advantage of a man and woman’s intimate moment—she felt differently.
Seeing Wen Xia’s tense and unnatural expression, Zhang Hao squatted down.
First, he tidied her messy hair that had fallen in front of her forehead.
"It’s okay. I was also very nervous my first time and nearly made a fool of myself, but with more such experiences, I came to understand," he comforted her.
"In the end, this is a path all men and women must go through, unless you really want to remain a spinster all your life."
Wen Xia certainly didn’t wish to be a spinster forever; she desperately needed a man’s affection now.
Just then, Wen Xia suddenly said, "Tonight, I want to grab the sheets with both hands."
At her words, Zhang Hao immediately understood.
"Come, let’s see if you have any reaction here," he suggested.
Wen Xia had thought that Zhang Hao would start from above, but unexpectedly, after her bra was removed, he didn’t pay any attention to that area.
Wen Xia felt puzzled. Could it be because her breasts weren’t full enough?
But they were petite and exquisite.
Sometimes, she even compared herself to the actresses in the movies, feeling that her size wasn’t too small at all.
So why didn’t Zhang Hao seem interested in them, not even touching them?
As she was wondering, Wen Xia suddenly felt a force on her knees.
Before she could react, her closed legs were spread wide apart.
"I’ve spread them for you now. If you close them, I’ll leave," he stated.
With that warning, Wen Xia’s legs felt as if they lost sensation.
She kept them open to the extent Zhang Hao had set them.
Beneath still lay a pair of panties, and Wen Xia felt this was her last territory. If she lost it, she would be completely exposed to Zhang Hao.
"Doctor Zhang, once tonight is over, if we still have to interact in the future, wouldn’t it be awkward?" she asked anxiously.
Zhang Hao lifted his head, saw Wen Xia staring at the ceiling, and then said, "You’re worried that after tonight your heart will harbor reservations towards me."
Wen Xia didn’t know what to make of these emotions; she was academically gifted, yet at this moment, her words were scarce.
"If you’re worried about that, then we shouldn’t continue," he suggested.
"No, let’s continue. I was overthinking it," Wen Xia stated decisively.
Zhang Hao leaned in close, scrutinizing the area between Wen Xia’s legs.
The delicate fabric of her lady’s panties in that part was slightly different in color, about the size of a one-yuan coin in comparison to the rest.
"It seems you haven’t been aroused by me yet," he observed.
Wen Xia was surprised to hear this. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Because you’re not yet soaked through down there, there’s only so much. Mine is too large, do you need me to buy something else?" he questioned.
"I remember on the way back, just outside the community gate, there’s a 24-hour unmanned adult shop. Wait here for me," he said.
After finishing his words, Zhang Hao got up, changed clothes, and went out the door.
Leaving Wen Xia alone on the bed, her thoughts running wild.
Following the road back to the store, Zhang Hao didn’t care whether there were cameras inside, monitoring his every move.
Regardless of whether there might be passersby outside the store, that little thing between a man and a woman, even if you talk up a storm, it’s nothing at all.
After buying a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms that fit him, Zhang Hao paid with a scan and casually walked out of the store.
He ran into someone head-on, who fixed their eyes on Zhang Hao. Even as they brushed past each other, their gaze never left him.
Zhang Hao only felt the gaze from behind as somewhat burning, but he hadn’t stolen or robbed anything.
When he got back to Wen Xia’s place, he saw she was still in the same position.
After entering, he laughed and said, "Aren’t you tired like this? Don’t your legs feel sore?"
Wen Xia gave Zhang Hao a blaming look and said, "Wasn’t it you who said it? You told me not to close my legs!"
Zhang Hao really hadn’t expected Wen Xia to actually take his words so seriously.
He signaled that she could close her legs for a while; otherwise, her thighs would be very uncomfortable later.
"I feel like I’ve gotten a little wet down there again, do you want to check?"
Wen Xia turned on the small bedside lamp, and the dark room was suddenly illuminated.
Zhang Hao looked over and nodded, "There’s a bit more wetness, but it’s still not enough."
"Can you give me one?" Wen Xia stretched out her hand.
Zhang Hao tore open the condom wrapper, took one out, and handed it to her.
Observing the thing up close, Wen Xia always felt a bit uncomfortable, thinking about how Zhang Hao would soon be using it.
To enter her body, that was a feeling beyond words.
Opening the lubricant, Zhang Hao said with a smile that it was still peach-flavored.
At these words, Wen Xia immediately turned her head away. Whether it was peach-flavored or apple-flavored, it seemed utterly unimportant.
After saying this, Zhang Hao dimmed the light. Such an activity should either be done with the lights on, boldly and confidently, or in the dark, exploring the mysterious.
For Wen Xia, she actually didn’t want the lights on, being shy and all.
Zhang Hao knew she would be shy, so he didn’t insist on keeping the lights on.
Once everything was ready, Zhang Hao helped Wen Xia take off her panties, and with that, the final fortress had finally fallen.
Wen Xia’s heart was beating wildly with nervousness; she could even hear her own thumping heartbeat.
"Don’t be nervous," Zhang Hao said.
"I wasn’t even this nervous during my first surgery. You have to be gentle with me later, do you hear?"
Zhang Hao answered her, then gestured to ask if Wen Xia could come over and help him.
Wen Xia had wanted to just lie there and enjoy the service from Zhang Hao.
She never expected that she would have to contribute as well.
"What do you want me to do?"
Zhang Hao pointed to his member between his legs and said:
"That hasn’t gotten hard yet. Of course, you have to figure out a way to make this hard, otherwise how can I go in?"
Make it hard?
Wen Xia shook her head, "I don’t want to. I use it to eat, to talk, to drink, not to consume that thing of yours."
Zhang Hao laughed upon hearing her answer, "You’re really funny. Can’t you use your hand?"
Only then did Wen Xia realize she had thought too much, and she had shown her timidity in front of Zhang Hao once again.
Reluctantly, she approached him and placed her hand on it—a soft sensation in her palm, all floppy.
But that floppy feeling quickly disappeared as she could feel the thing slowly filling with blood and swelling.
"Yours is bigger than those of the male actors I’ve seen in movies before; I’m a little scared."
"No need to be scared, what’s there to be afraid of? Besides, it won’t hurt you, don’t worry," he reassured her.
Wen Xia lowered her head and closely examined Zhang Hao’s thing. It was pinkish and tender and quite pleasant to look at, "How many women have you been with before?"
