Chapter 290: Chapter 287: Can’t Stop Even If I Want To
Seeing that Zhang Hao couldn’t answer her questions, He Qianhui didn’t press him further.
After finishing her medication with her meal, Zhang Hao ladled out a bowl for her to cool at the side.
He Qianhui nestled on the couch watching TV, her favorite historical drama unfolding on the screen.
It had only started airing recently, featuring young and vibrant actors, both beautiful and dashing.
Zhang Hao, freshly bathed, noticed that He Qianhui hadn’t gone to her room to rest and joined her in the living room to watch TV.
"You say you’re better looking than these stars, why didn’t you try your luck in showbiz?" he asked.
He Qianhui let out an "Aiya," "All you do is tease me, how can I compare myself with those stars?"
"They’re all about charisma, and I’m just an ordinary woman," she said.
Hearing her say this, Zhang Hao pulled her into his embrace.
"How can you be just an ordinary woman? You’re anything but ordinary, I don’t believe there’s no man in your company who doesn’t fancy you," he said.
"And that guy who always wanted to pursue you, do you still keep in touch?"
He Qianhui shook her head; since that person had left the company,
it was as if he had evaporated from the world.
At first, she would occasionally hear news about him.
But later, there was no trace of him at all.
Even if He Qianhui wanted to find out, there was nothing to discover.
But then again, why bother inquiring?
Zhang Hao, seeing that the medicine had cooled, brought it to He Qianhui to drink.
He Qian was afraid of the bitterness; in her mind, traditional Chinese medicine was always bitter and hard to swallow.
"It’s not bitter, drink it quickly. Otherwise, you’ll suffer again tomorrow," he urged.
He Qianhui sighed and picked up the medicine bowl.
"I’m trusting you here; if it’s bitter, I’ll hit you," she warned.
Zhang Hao frowned, "When have I ever lied to you? Good medicine tastes bitter; it’s good for your health, just like hard truths are good for your actions. Don’t you know that?"
Confident in Zhang Hao’s solemn promise, He Qianhui took a sip and found the medicine was indeed not bitter, it tasted sweet and sour instead.
"Did you modify the prescription just for me?" she asked.
"Yeah, if this were for someone else, it would definitely be bitter," said Zhang Hao.
He Qianhui didn’t want to be moved so easily, but how could she resist when everything Zhang Hao did was considerate of her?
Even if she didn’t want to be moved, her heart felt warm.
As soon as the ending theme of the drama started, Zhang Hao urged He Qianhui to head back to her room to sleep.
He Qianhui looked at him and said with a smile, "You’re telling me to go to sleep by myself, what about you?"
Zhang Hao knew there was more to her words and laughed, "I’ll stay for a while longer, use the TV to find an adult romance to watch, take care of myself."
He Qianhui couldn’t help but mutter, "It’s only been a few days, you can’t be that desperate."
"It’s not about whether I can bear it or not, it’s that when you’re around, I can’t help but want it," he said.
"You know if I don’t take care of it, it’ll be uncomfortable to hold it in, it can harm the body."
He Qianhui reached out and felt through Zhang Hao’s shorts.
"You’re not even reacting yet, who are you trying to fool, don’t think I’m inexperienced," she chided.
"Keep touching, keep touching, and it’ll get hard just to show you," Zhang Hao said half-jokingly.
He Qianhui swept her long hair behind her ear.
"Even if that’s not usable, other parts are fine," she teased.
"That’s because I care too much," he replied.
Hearing Zhang Hao say this for the first time, He Qianhui looked at him with a touch of disdain.
"I can’t believe you would say such a thing. Since when do you hold back?" she said.
"But if you really want it, I’ll use other means to help you, it’s still better than using your hand, no need to thank me."
During her period, she was already feeling uncomfortable enough.
Making He Qianhui do such a thing for him was something Zhang Hao couldn’t bring himself to ask for.
He waved his hand, urging her to head to her room to sleep.
Since he was so considerate of her, He Qianhui didn’t insist on anything anymore.
"Okay, okay, I’ll head back first then."
After Qianhui had returned to her room, Zhang Hao did as he said, finding a porno.
He cast it on the TV and fantasized that the actress in it was Qianhui.
Consequently, his hands also started to become busy.
However, the excitement from the movie was far less than the real thing, but it was better than nothing.
After finishing up, Zhang Hao went to the bathroom to clean up, then returned to his room.
Thinking Qianhui had already fallen asleep, he was surprised to see her propped up in bed reading a book.
"All done?" Qianhui’s voice carried a hint of jest.
Zhang Hao replied, "Yeah, it’s over, let’s go to sleep."
Qianhui didn’t heed his words, waiting until Zhang Hao lay down before immediately placing her hand on his sensitive spot.
"I’ve heard that some men, in order to express their love, intentionally restrain themselves for a few days before doing it with the person they like."
"They stockpile their progeny to make it more powerful, is that true?"
As Qianhui spoke, her hand was caressing Zhang Hao’s recently relaxed member.
Seeing her tease him like that, Zhang Hao’s eyes widened.
"Xiaohui, don’t do this, you can’t give me any right now, I’ve just managed to let off some steam."
"If you keep on teasing me, I might not be able to control myself, and you’ll be the one at a loss in the end."
However, why would Qianhui listen to Zhang Hao, especially at this time? She was intent on getting her revenge.
Previously, she followed Zhang Hao’s requests, wearing stockings and sexy lingerie,
Indulging his every desire, how could she obediently listen to him now?
She was curious to see what Zhang Hao looked like when he couldn’t resist anymore.
Since she wasn’t complying, Zhang Hao had to muster all his willpower to restrain himself and prevent any reaction from his junior.
But the less reaction he showed, the faster Qianhui’s hand movements became.
From gentle strokes, they morphed into tight, rhythmic grips.
That little thing could get hard with just a few more touches in one’s own hands.
Not to mention in a woman’s hands, and Qianhui knew exactly what interested a man.
Those things were like stress-relief toys in her hands.
"It seems to have grown a little."
Zhang Hao endured silently, not saying a word for a long while.
"I remember, in the past, if I touched you once, you’d immediately swell up so much. How come today I’ve been touching you this long and the reaction is so minimal? Seems like my skills have regressed."
No matter what Qianhui said, Zhang Hao just bit the bullet and bore it.
"If you keep on grabbing, I won’t be able to help myself from bullying you."
Qianhui remained heedless, her hand movements continued without error.
Zhang Hao quickly seized the moment, before the situation got out of control, and pulled Qianhui’s hand out of his pants.
Seeing this, Qianhui couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"Are you that scared? Besides, it’s not the first time I would do it with my mouth for you."
To make Qianhui behave, Zhang Hao simply held her in his arms to sleep.
One hand tightly gripped her wrist, forcing her hand to stay still.
"If you keep moving around, I’ll find a rope and tie up your hands. I’m doing this for your own good."
Qianhui turned her body away, and in the dim room, Zhang Hao couldn’t clearly see the expression on her face after she turned her back to him.
Only she knew that what she just said carried a strong sense of affection.
Zhang Hao also turned over, bending his body and hugging Qianhui.
He had gotten used to having a woman by his side.
If he one day found himself alone in this bed, he’d probably feel a bit uncomfortable.
A few minutes went by, then Qianhui suddenly opened her eyes and whispered in a soft voice.
