Chapter 318: Chapter 315: Making Children on the Balcony
Zhang Hao had long known what He Qianhui was thinking.
"Okay, I’ll listen to you, but about the renovation, I might not have much time to worry about it."
"You might have to go back and forth and work hard when the time comes."
"I know, don’t worry, you’re a doctor, saving lives and helping the wounded is your duty. Leave these trivial matters to me."
Halfway through speaking, He Qianhui suddenly turned around: "Oh, I’ve got soup simmering in the kitchen, almost forgot, hurry up and wash your hands for dinner."
After dinner, He Qianhui gathered the several vases in the house.
She removed the withered flowers.
Gathered the still decent-looking petals
planning to use them for a bath later.
With new flowers inserted, they looked vibrant and exceptionally pretty.
"I’ll contact the renovation company tomorrow and go check out the building materials market."
"You decide on the decor style, let’s do it according to your preference this time."
As for renovation, Zhang Hao didn’t have any particular ideas.
He never paid attention to such things, thinking as long as the house was livable and didn’t let the wind and rain in, it was fine.
"Just go with your choice, and if you run out of money, I still have some here, I’ll give it to you later."
He Qianhui shook her head, having made a decent amount of money from recent deals, she should have enough.
If not, she would ask him.
Zhang Hao responded: "I’ll go run the hot water for your bath. Should I put these petals in too?"
He Qianhui nodded, and Zhang Hao, holding a handful of petals, went to the bathroom.
As the bathtub water gradually filled, he swept his hand, scattering all the petals in.
Looking at the petals floating in the water, he couldn’t help but imagine the scene of He Qianhui bathing later.
The soft, vivid petals enveloping her as if she were a fairy amongst flowers.
However, when He Qianhui was halfway through her bath, Zhang Hao came in to use the toilet.
He Qianhui had a habit of not drawing the shower curtain when bathing at home.
When Zhang Hao took out his ’little brother’ from his pants,
He Qianhui’s eyes did not stray, staring intently.
"What are you looking at? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before."
"What’s wrong with one more look? Your thing is so nice to look at, I could never get enough of it."
"Hurry up and finish your bath so I can take a shower too."
He Qianhui laughed lightly, "Since when did you become so polite?"
"I remember you used to jump right in with me during my baths without a word. Why are you asking now?"
Zhang Hao put on his pants and came over to He Qianhui, squatting down.
"I’ve been sweating all day; you’re rarely taking a bath with petals, so I won’t intrude."
He Qianhui leaned on the edge of the tub, looking innocently at him,
"Come in, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a couple’s bath."
Since she invited him, Zhang Hao was not going to be shy.
With a splash, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the tub naked.
He Qianhui also adjusted her bathing position, facing Zhang Hao.
Looking at He Qianhui, only her shoulders emerged from the water, everything else beneath.
"This tub is a bit small. It’s not very spacious for two people to bathe."
"This tub is small? Do you think this is a hotel where they’d provide a double tub for you?"
In his heart, Zhang Hao indeed wanted a double tub, having felt this one to be small before.
He had wanted to mimic scenes from movies, doing stuff in the tub; at first, it was fine, but when they both let go,
he felt this tub didn’t offer much room.
"Since you’re going out tomorrow, you might as well take a look at some larger tubs, we could get one for the house."
He Qianhui straightened her body and turned to lean into Zhang Hao’s arms.
"What are you trying to do? It’s just a bath. Why buy such a big tub? It’s such a waste of water," she said.
"In my opinion, a shower head is the most convenient," he replied.
With his arms around He Qianhui, his hand involuntarily touched two spots.
He Qianhui didn’t shy away; she even made it easier for him.
"You, you just want to fulfill your own desires. You’re not really here for a comfortable bath, are you?" she chided.
Zhang Hao used both of his hands, and even his mouth wasn’t idle.
"Since you know, you should know how to arrange it. Don’t you want to join me for a bath at home tonight?" he asked.
The warm breath Zhang Hao exhaled all landed on He Qianhui’s cheeks.
She felt a tickle in her ears, a sensitive spot for He Qianhui.
A slight stimulus and half of her body went numb, losing sensation.
"Are you planning on doing it in the bathtub tonight?" she asked.
"I want to press you against the washbasin and do it," he admitted.
He Qianhui tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder.
"You’re so bad. There’s not a single place in this house where you haven’t taken me," she teased.
"Others do the same in their homes. If you’re not afraid, I can take you to the rooftop right now to try it out," he suggested.
He Qianhui chuckled softly, "You’re getting bolder, running up to the rooftop. Aren’t you afraid that there might be someone up there enjoying the cool breeze?"
In fact, Zhang Hao only mentioned it casually, but he noticed that He Qianhui did not strongly object.
"Seeing your reaction, you probably want to go up too. Then the whole neighborhood will know you’re the most wanton," he teased.
"Without shame or decency in broad daylight," she shot back.
He Qianhui grabbed Zhang Hao’s hand and bit it hard in her mouth.
"That’s for calling me that. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this," she protested.
Zhang Hao laughed heartily, stood up, and carried He Qianhui out of the bathtub.
Ignoring the petals still clinging to her body,
he simply admired her as a lotus rising from clear waters.
They didn’t go to the rooftop, but Zhang Hao carried her to the semi-enclosed balcony instead.
Their apartment was on a middle floor, and it seemed the neighboring units were still dark.
Across the way, one could vaguely see a few households cooking in their kitchens.
And here they were, on the balcony, about to create life.
Upon realizing this, He Qianhui quickly covered her upper body with her hands.
But she wasn’t as nervous or scared as before.
She didn’t plead with Zhang Hao to take her back to the bedroom quickly.
After all, she had become bolder now.
She wouldn’t let this situation make her heart race with fear.
Zhang Hao firmly lifted her leg, allowing her to place one foot on a stool.
"Let me help you dry off," he offered.
He Qianhui didn’t say a word; the soft towel swept over every inch of her skin.
Though not as comforting as Zhang Hao’s hands, it was better than nothing.
Zhang Hao took the towel, wiping from her back downwards, all the way to her buttocks without stopping.
Everywhere else was almost dry, but this spot was still so wet.
"Do you think this towel can dry you off?" he asked.
He Qianhui snatched the towel from Zhang Hao’s hand and threw it aside.
Her mouth was slightly open as if she had something to say.
But Zhang Hao didn’t give her the chance, stepping forward, supporting her head with both hands, and bowing down to kiss her.
As they kissed, Zhang Hao’s hands were restless, wandersing aimlessly over her body.
