Chapter 340: Chapter 337: The Deepest Part
Looking dejected, He Qianhui elicited an inquiry from Zhang Hao: was she in a bad mood?
He Qianhui stuffed the remaining half glass of milk tea into his hand.
"Today, I was completely seen by the delivery guy, and you don’t even have a reaction. Could it be..."
Zhang Hao took a sip of the milk tea, sweet and pleasant to taste.
"It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, why such a big reaction today?"
He Qianhui, annoyed, elbowed him in the chest to vent her frustration.
"How can it be the same? The last time was for the thrill, this time it was an accident. If you hadn’t come back in time, I would have been bullied by the delivery guy."
"Alright, next time I won’t go anywhere, but if I was in the room, wouldn’t I seem even more like a Minotaur?"
He Qianhui glanced at him with a side-eye and said with a smile, "Then you should also seek some thrills; it can’t always be me needing the excitement, right?"
Zhang Hao broke out in a cold sweat at her words.
"I think it’s not necessary, we can just lock the door and have fun by ourselves."
As for Schrödinger’s third person, it’s better not to have one.
It took a long time to coax the sulking He Qianhui into a better mood.
The following morning, Zhang Hao suddenly felt interest stirring.
Seeing that Qianhui was still fast asleep, he gently kissed her cheek.
Feeling Zhang Hao’s movements, Qianhui frowned, showing slight reluctance.
"Wake up, the sun is about to tan your butt."
It was clearly just after six in the morning, and while the sun had risen, it was far from being strong enough to tan anything.
Half-asleep, Qianhui instinctively pushed Zhang Hao away, not wanting to deal with him.
"Stop it, I want to sleep, I’m dead tired."
Zhang Hao chuckled, already moving closer.
He started by playing with the straps of her nightgown, slipping them down.
Gazing at her fair and delicate shoulders, Zhang Hao felt ravenous.
Kiss after kiss, pecking like a chicken, he didn’t stop.
The kisses were light, hardly felt as more than a gentle weight on her body.
Like feathers touching down, tickling her.
He continued from her neck downward, pausing briefly at the softer spots.
In her drowsy state, Qianhui nevertheless started to get aroused by Zhang Hao’s actions.
Yet her eyes remained closed, unwilling to wake up.
"Mmm... Ah... Ah...!"
The initial breaths were normal, but gradually the volume increased.
"Here, let me help you take your dress off; it’s inconvenient this way."
His voice was very soft, audible only to the two of them.
He had thought that Qianhui wouldn’t respond, but to his surprise, she actually lifted her upper body slightly.
Having removed the nightgown with ease, Qianhui’s exquisite body was completely exposed to Zhang Hao.
This was not the first time he had seen her body, but he could never get enough.
"Ah... Mmm... Mmm... Ha!"
Once again, her panting filled the air, and Zhang Hao raised his hand to caress the cheek that was so close by.
He brushed her somewhat disheveled hair behind her ears.
"Do you want it?"
Qianhui didn’t respond, but her body was honest.
"If you want it, just say it, and I will give it to you."
Qianhui nodded slightly, her reaction not particularly intense.
But in the quiet morning, there was no need for a strong response.
Completely stripping away the blanket that covered her, only a pale pink lace underwear remained on her slender body.
His fingertips glided over inch by inch of her skin, feeling the smoothness of the woman’s flesh.
Zhang Hao touched his own body with his other hand.
Although it wasn’t rough, it became like sandpaper compared to He Qianhui’s.
But for a man, having rougher skin is better, it adds to the masculine charm.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Hao noticed that there was still a gap in the curtain, letting light seep through.
In the slender beam of light, he looked at He Qianhui once more.
Zhang Hao felt his junior protesting already.
The tossed and turned He Qianhui finally stopped closing her eyes.
Though her eyes were open, her gaze was lazily unfocused.
"Haven’t had your fill yet? I really don’t know when you’ll stop, must be painful holding it in."
Zhang Hao actually did take a glance down, but he was wearing men’s shorts.
They were loose, and even though his junior had started taking shape, nothing much could be seen under the baggy shorts.
He Qianhui reached out and gently grabbed between Zhang Hao’s legs.
"It’s not small at all. You’ve taken off my clothes, yet you’re still wearing those shorts. Do you think that’s appropriate?"
Zhang Hao smiled, "I was waiting for you to take them off for me."
He Qianhui sat up, and as she did, those two soft mounds sagged down a bit.
She hadn’t had children, so no matter how much they sagged, they weren’t drooping.
"What are you looking at!"
For some reason, He Qianhui felt uncomfortable being stared at by Zhang Hao.
His direct gaze felt almost like an invasion.
"I just think it’s beautiful. Unless you want someone else to look? Should I call the delivery guy from yesterday and let him have a look?"
He Qianhui, irritated, pinched Zhang Hao’s arm hard.
Zhang Hao let out a couple of cries of pain and quickly apologized, "Okay, okay, I’ll stop."
He took off his shorts, and underneath was a pair of men’s boxer briefs that clung to his skin.
They perfectly outlined the shape of what was underneath.
"Not bad. You used it so many times yesterday, and it’s this big again so early in the morning."
"So, how many points out of a full ten would you give my little brother?"
He Qianhui stretched out her hand, her slender fingers tipped with half-centimeter long nails.
Her nails, smooth and well-filed, lightly scratched over the bulging area through the thin boxer briefs.
He Qianhui didn’t know exactly how it felt, but by looking at Zhang Hao’s facial expression, she knew.
The sensation was surely fluctuating between being pleasant and unpleasant.
"If I’m to score based on girth and length, I’ll give you a 9.5. Don’t get cocky."
Zhang Hao couldn’t help but feel puzzled, "And where am I losing that half point?"
He Qianhui said with a smile, "You lose it because the owner is always too hasty."
"Then just give that thing of mine half a point," Zhang Hao said.
Before He Qianhui could react, Zhang Hao had already pounced on her.
It was only when he did so that she finally understood what he meant by those words.
"What are you doing?"
"Why do you always ask that? What else could we two do together?"
He Qianhui chuckled, "I was just asking casually. If there’s anything else you don’t want to say, and if you don’t want to answer, then don’t touch me next time."
Zhang Hao whispered into her ear, "Do you, to really do you, to do you hard."
After hearing Zhang Hao’s response, He Qianhui couldn’t help but laugh.
She wrapped her arms around Zhang Hao, pulling him into her embrace.
Zhang Hao didn’t hesitate, burying his face in He Qianhui’s bosom, reveling in the comfort of her tender embrace.
"Later, where shall we go for a stroll?"
"Anywhere you want, but first, I need to take you to the clouds."
Seeing Zhang Hao speak like that, He Qianhui also cooperated, adjusting her posture.
Even without adjusting, with the length of Zhang Hao’s member, it could easily reach the deepest spot.
But the deeper it went, the more she wanted.
