Chapter 284: Chapter 281 Not Wearing Underwear
At this point, He Qianhui finally realized that, whether in life or work,
she could never outperform Zhang Hao, even though she might be a year or two older than him.
Now she was firmly in his grasp.
"Didn’t you just say you were going to feed me down there?"
Biting her lip, He Qianhui then understood that there was more to Zhang Hao’s words.
"Aren’t you hungry? Cooking a bowl of noodles is quick."
"But right now I don’t want Chun Min; I want you."
With a swish, he pushed the cutting board aside.
With one move, he lifted He Qianhui onto the countertop.
The hem of her nightgown was loose and easily lifted.
"Hao, don’t do this."
"If I don’t do this, how can I have you, or are you saying you don’t want me to?"
No matter what Zhang Hao said, at that very moment, He Qianhui had no intention of resisting.
"I thought you were going to leave after you took that call."
"Even if I really did go, I’d have to take you with me. It’s impossible to leave you at home again, hidden away like a treasure."
He Qianhui wrapped her arms around Zhang Hao’s head.
"All you know is to say these sweet words, but who doesn’t know how many women you have outside."
"What does it matter if there are those women; in the end, am I not still at your mercy?"
There was something He Qianhui had to admit.
There was a hint of desolation in her heart when Zhang Hao was on the phone.
If she were to describe this feeling, it would be not wanting him to attend the gathering.
Neither did she want him to suddenly leave home because of a patient.
Knowing that Zhang Hao had rejected the other person’s invitation, He Qianhui felt like she had won.
Add to that, Zhang Hao’s seduction made her body react intensely once again.
It was almost always this way, even when she clearly didn’t want it to be.
Under his sweet talk, her body would always respond in a way that fit the moment.
Especially at the instant he lifted her onto the countertop, He Qianhui could feel a significant wetness between her legs.
"Just now you said no, but now you’re holding onto me; it seems you’re saying one thing but feeling another."
He Qianhui shook her head, "That’s because I was worried you’d be hungry. Every time with you takes so long; if we were to wait until after we’re done to have dinner, when would that be?"
"Skipping dinner is fine; what’s important is that right now, I need to satisfy your needs, don’t I?"
Zhang Hao’s hands were deft, as he flipped up He Qianhui’s nightgown.
Seeing her in a pair of lacy women’s panties, he couldn’t help but remark.
"You’re home now, and still wearing so much."
He Qianhui braced herself with her hands behind her, head tilting back.
"Is this a lot?!"
"Next time you come home, the first thing you’ll do is take off these obstructions, got it?"
Hearing Zhang Hao’s commanding tone, He Qianhui dared not shake her head.
Scratching over the panties, He Qianhui’s parted legs trembled occasionally.
"Two touches and you’re wet, yet you say you don’t want it."
He Qianhui licked her dry lips, saying nothing.
What she said now was irrelevant; what mattered was that her body had made the most honest response.
Just touching her below wasn’t enough for him.
Zhang Hao then pulled the straps of the nightgown down on both sides, revealing more and more of her ample bust.
Only when her full breasts were completely exposed did Zhang Hao’s smile grow even wider.
"You remember to wear panties but forget a bra, woman’s hearts are indeed as unfathomable as the sea’s bottom."
He Qianhui frowned and said, "Wearing a bra for a long time is uncomfortable, besides, I took it off when I came home to change clothes."
"Then maybe you shouldn’t wear one at all from now on, how about that?"
"No, that would be noticeable by colleagues."
Zhang Hao smiled slightly, reaching out to firmly squeeze He Qianhui’s fullness with both hands.
Watching those tempting mounds change shape under the pressure of his hands.
There was an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Looking at He Qianhui, her appearance was innocent yet tinged with a hint of desire.
Her figure was the voluptuous type, her skin fair and tinged with pink in every inch.
No different from a peeled soft-boiled egg.
Zhang Hao’s fingertips moved downwards from her shoulder, ceaselessly exploring.
The faint touch made He Qianhui unable to stop craving more.
The fair neck occasionally rolled slightly.
Zhang Hao bowed his head and gave her neck a gentle lick.
It was such a casual gesture.
Instantly, He Qianhui lost control, the desire reaching the depths of her heart.
Thinking that they were in the kitchen, the window behind them cleaned till it shone brightly.
She was now topless, although only her back was to the window.
But if someone were to see them like this, they would know what she was doing.
Supporting herself on Zhang Hao’s shoulders, He Qianhui momentarily snapped out of her lustful trance.
"Hao, let’s go back to the room, not here," she said.
Zhang Hao’s fingertips kept drawing circles on her soft skin.
"Why, are you afraid people in the building opposite will see us?" he asked.
He Qianhui nodded vigorously, her desire strong, yet not enough to be on display for others.
"Say something nice, then I’ll carry you back to the room," he said.
He Qianhui wracked her brain, and a term suddenly popped into her mind.
Previously, she rarely called Liu Gang by this term.
One reason was too much reserve, and another was that there was never an occasion to use it.
Zhang Hao looked at her expectantly, wondering what she would say next.
Would she call him darling or would she call him baby?
"Hubby... let’s go back to the room," she said.
Hubby!
That word was undoubtedly like a shot of adrenaline.
Zhang Hao immediately perked up, "What did you just call me, say it again?"
Zhang Hao had no idea how much courage it took for He Qianhui to utter those words just now.
Asking her to repeat it was somewhat difficult, but if she didn’t, Zhang Hao surely would not carry her from the kitchen to the bedroom.
It looked like she had to be brave once more.
He Qianhui summoned her courage once again.
"My dear hubby, let’s go back to the room," she said.
Before her words even finished, Zhang Hao had already swept her into his arms.
"Later, when you cry out, you’re not allowed to call me by my name," he said.
He Qianhui buried her head in Zhang Hao’s chest and nodded slightly, agreeing to his terms.
Upon returning to the room, Zhang Hao threw He Qianhui onto the bed with a bit of roughness.
Thankfully, the mattress below was soft enough, and she wasn’t hurt.
Initially, He Qianhui tried to prop herself up, but Zhang Hao’s movements were too hurried.
He didn’t even give her a chance to lift her head.
By the end, He Qianhui couldn’t even remember how many times she called out hubby.
All she knew was that Zhang Hao was incredibly vigorous today, seemingly more so than ever before.
After resting for a moment on the bed, He Qianhui planned to get up and prepare dinner.
"Where are you going?" Zhang Hao suddenly grabbed her hand.
"To make dinner. Aren’t you starving enough to eat a horse?" she said.
"Cooking is such a hassle. Let’s rest a bit more and eat out instead," he proposed.
After resting for twenty minutes on the bed, the two of them got up, ready to go out for dinner.
As for what to eat, they were still undecided.
While changing clothes, He Qianhui followed Zhang Hao’s advice, wearing just a dress before coming out.
