Chapter 412: Chapter 409 Stiff and Rigid
Since Mom already had that attitude, Zhang Hao really didn’t want to deal with his uncle anymore.
He immediately hung up the phone, picked up his boxed meal, and wolfed it down.
"I told you before, ’It’s easy to invite the gods, but hard to send them away.’ I don’t even know how long your uncle plans to stay here."
"You know the rent for this room isn’t cheap, it’s more than two hundred yuan a night."
Zhang Hao looked around the room’s layout; the environment was actually quite nice, and from the window, he could see the nearby night view.
"If you’re worried about wasting money, move back in. I think with you at home, my uncle would probably restrain his behavior a bit more."
This suggestion was immediately rejected by He Qianhui. Thinking back to everything that happened that night, she just didn’t want to go back anymore.
"Let’s wait until your uncle leaves, then I’ll go back. What if we get into a conflict? Whose side would you take then?"
"It’s only a matter of two or three days, right? I can still afford a seven or eight hundred yuan room."
After finishing his meal, Zhang Hao showed no intention of going back. Anyway, He Qianhui had booked a double room, which could accommodate two people for a rest.
Around ten o’clock at night, He Qianhui, after taking a shower, lay on the bed playing with her phone and accidentally clicked into a live streaming room, watching a beautiful woman shimmy and shake.
It was unexpectedly popular, with several thousand viewers.
Zhang Hao noticed this and said with a smile, "You’re much prettier than these female streamers. If you started live streaming, you’d definitely be even more popular than them."
He Qianhui quickly exited the live streaming room upon hearing this, "Who wants to do live streaming? I’ll consider dancing in front of the camera when I no longer want to continue with my job."
"Also, it’s so late now, why haven’t you gone back? You’re not planning on sleeping here tonight, are you?"
If He Qianhui hadn’t asked, Zhang Hao really had been planning on returning to that so-called home.
The home was a mess, and although he was usually lazy, he wasn’t untidy to that extent.
No wonder Mom insisted on having this uncle stay at his place. If the uncle stayed at home, she wouldn’t know the end of complaining the next day.
"I really don’t want to go back. My uncle takes advantage of being an elder to act recklessly. I came here to find some peace, and now you want to kick me out. I’m truly unloved by both my father and mother right now."
He Qianhui laughed at his reaction, "Then you should just be firm. I don’t believe you have no way of dealing with this uncle."
"As soon as he leaves, I promise I’ll be back home within ten minutes."
Zhang Hao could think of a solution for anything else, except for this particular issue.
He racked his brains but couldn’t figure out how to get his uncle to leave.
However, he could already hear the eviction notice in He Qianhui’s tone.
"I’m not leaving. I’m sleeping here tonight, and I’ll just go back home to change clothes early tomorrow morning."
He Qianhui lay quietly on one side, silently watching him.
Zhang Hao lifted the blanket and crawled right in.
"It’s late, let’s sleep," Zhang Hao urged.
"I’m not working tomorrow, so I don’t want to sleep too early. You can sleep earlier if you’re tired," He Qianhui replied.
After saying that, He Qianhui turned off the light, leaving only a bedside lamp for illumination.
Not wanting to affect Zhang Hao’s sleep, she also turned down the volume on her phone to its lowest setting.
However, Zhang Hao, lying beside her, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
In the end, He Qianhui relented and turned off the bedside lamp as well, plunging the room into darkness.
Once it was silent, they could clearly hear each other’s breathing.
It wasn’t the first time the two of them had slept in a hotel together, so it wasn’t about being unaccustomed.
Once the light was off, Zhang Hao’s hand reached over, finding He Qianhui in her silk nightgown.
Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around her waist, and her entire body was pulled backward.
"Do you know how little sleep I got the night you packed your things and ran off here?"
"I went to work in the morning with dark circles under my eyes, and my colleagues even asked me."
"They wondered if we were having issues, and I spent the whole morning explaining, but they wouldn’t believe it."
He Qianhui was still leaning against Zhang Hao, letting his hands roam freely over her body.
"There’s no helping it, it’s better for one person to lose sleep than for both of us. Besides, I knew you had ways to deal with it."
Zhang Hao held He Qianhui tightly, as if afraid she’d run away.
At first, it was through her clothes, but gradually, he lifted the hem of her nightgown.
When Zhang Hao’s fingers touched He Qianhui’s skin, she immediately closed her eyes.
Even without looking, one would know she was enjoying it; they hadn’t found a good time to be intimate in days.
Today, they accidentally got it right.
Plus, they were in a hotel where, no matter how wild things got, they wouldn’t have to worry about cleanup.
But He Qianhui still wanted to feign reserve, just as Zhang Hao’s hand reached her sensitive spots.
She caught it in a firm grip, immobilizing it.
"Can’t your hand behave?"
"What’s wrong with my hand? I’m just feeling you up a bit. You’re my wife, if you don’t let me touch you, who else would you want to?"
Suddenly, He Qianhui felt nostalgia for the well-mannered young man Zhang Hao used to be. How had he become so rough after spending so much time with her?
She preferred the more cultured Zhang Hao from before, but this current Zhang Hao, to be honest, was a bit too much.
Zhang Hao, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way; he felt this was a display of his genuine feelings. If it were any other woman, he wouldn’t even want to touch her.
"You really don’t want to? It’s only half-past ten, I’ll be quick, I promise to make you feel heavenly within fifteen minutes."
As He Qianhui hesitated, Zhang Hao suddenly broke free from her grip.
Moving with lightning speed, he slipped his hand inside her nightgown.
He Qianhui had a habit of not wearing underwear after showering.
After all, one is supposed to sleep after a shower, and wearing underwear is bad for the body and can hinder development.
Grasping something soft, He Qianhui, despite a hundred reasons not to let Zhang Hao tease her, had no choice but to comply at this critical moment.
"Really now, it’s so late and yet you insist on arousing my desires. Aren’t you afraid I’ll want more later?"
"And you say you’re quick. Why don’t you ask other men if any of them would admit to that?"
In the midst of talking, Zhang Hao’s body had already pressed up against her.
He Qianhui acutely felt something hard pressing against her lower back.
"This is for your sake, the faster we finish, the sooner we can rest."
"But if you want it slower, then I can certainly control myself, making sure you don’t reach heaven within at least forty minutes."
He Qianhui turned around, and in the pitch-black room, she could still make out Zhang Hao’s devilishly handsome face.
"Well, I’ll have to see if you have the prowess to handle this delicate job," she replied.
Reaching for his crotch, she could feel its girth even through his boxer shorts.
"It’s this eager? Seems you’re very impatient," He Qianhui said before burrowing into the covers.
