Chapter 413: Chapter 410 Strive to Cultivate
Chapter 410: Diligent Cultivation
Zhang Hao also lay flat, parting his legs, providing He Qianhui with enough space to operate.
After a moment, Zhang Hao let out a long sigh, his face the picture of relaxation.
Thinking of his ’junior brother’ being warmly enveloped, Zhang Hao felt himself a hundred times more fortunate than any other man.
He had forgotten what day it was the last time He Qianhui had done this for him.
Some things, after all, need not occur every day; doing them sporadically can greatly enhance the feeling.
Zhang Hao wondered if He Qianhui had gone somewhere for advanced training because her technique seemed to have improved by several levels.
Previously, Zhang Hao had been able to keep himself from finishing in her mouth.
But this time, he nearly lost control.
"Stop, stop, slower, slower," Zhang Hao pleaded.
However, He Qianhui paid him no mind. As the saying goes, "A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even after ten years."
There was a time when she had begged Zhang Hao to stop, and he ignored her.
Now that she was in control, she naturally turned a deaf ear to his words.
When would this cycle of mutual revenge end?
Zhang Hao could only keep control of his body, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of her.
Twenty minutes later, He Qianhui crawled out from under the blanket.
She gazed at him plaintively: "You were that hard and still managed to hold back, you really are something."
When He Qianhui spit it out, Zhang Hao truly felt like he had survived a great ordeal.
He certainly couldn’t tell her the truth, so he had to keep up appearances.
"Of course, if I were so easily overpowered by you and couldn’t control myself, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? But now, it should be my turn."
As he spoke, Zhang Hao pressed his body against He Qianhui’s, pinning her hands down.
He Qianhui didn’t struggle. It was pointless to persevere any further at this point.
She might as well let Zhang Hao have his way with her.
Seeing her not resisting, Zhang Hao felt a bit puzzled.
"What’s the matter with you? You’re not even struggling as I bully you; it doesn’t give me any sense of achievement."
"What achievement do you want? Unless you prefer a bit more excitement? Then why don’t you go ahead and open the door?"
"I guarantee it will wake the guests next door in a minute, and the hotel front desk will come to tell us to keep it down and make less noise."
As soon as He Qianhui finished speaking, Zhang Hao thought he really heard noises coming from next door.
He made a silencing gesture toward He Qianhui and turned on the bedside lamp.
With the lamp on, the room was no longer pitch-black.
He Qianhui watched as he pressed his ear against the wall.
Though they were in their own room, there was still a feeling of guilt as though they were doing something illicit.
"What are you doing? Come down from there."
"Come here and listen, there really is noise coming from next door."
He Qianhui wasn’t curious about such things, but the noises next door seemed to grow louder.
"I knew we shouldn’t have stayed at this hotel, the soundproofing is so bad, can’t even sleep properly."
On hearing her say that, Zhang Hao’s eyes widened. What did she mean by not being able to sleep?
He teased, "You were the one who suggested opening the door just now, and now you’re complaining about others?"
He Qianhui felt dissatisfied with Zhang Hao’s words and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, deciding to simply go to sleep.
Even though her body had already begun to react to her desires.
Zhang Hao remained attached to the wall, listening for a while, before finally coming back.
"I reckon the guy on the other side is not much good— that woman’s moans sound like they were copy-pasted, no variation at all. Yours sound much better."
Seeing him say this, He Qianhui unexpectedly felt no joy.
Instead, she didn’t want to bother with him.
Zhang Hao realized that He Qianhui didn’t want to pay attention to him, so he hurried over to coax her.
However, He Qianhui had rolled herself into a dumpling with the quilt, despite Zhang Hao’s various attempts, he couldn’t make a breakthrough.
"Wife, look, I’m flying the flag here; do you really have the heart to let it stay this way forever? I’m telling you, while I’m still young, I can maintain it for a long time."
"You should enjoy it more — if there comes a time when I’m old and can’t get it up, you’ll have nothing to do but sigh and stare."
To prove that he really was that hard, Zhang Hao even took off his shorts.
It seemed there was still, the saliva that He Qianhui had just licked off, not yet dried.
Seeing this, He Qianhui closed her eyes and kept silent, punishing him in this manner.
"Since it’s hard, you can figure it out yourself. I’m tired and going to sleep."
He Qianhui ignored him, and Zhang Hao sighed deeply.
"Women, turning their faces faster than flipping a book, really leaves me with no solution at all; where am I supposed to reason with this?"
Listening as the footsteps grew fainter, the sound of opening and closing doors followed.
He Qianhui opened her eyes, wanting to turn around and see if Zhang Hao really went to the bathroom to take care of it himself.
But thinking about her anger with him, she didn’t care about his well-being in the least.
Yet ultimately, her curiosity got the better of her, and as she turned around...
Zhang Hao pounced on her right away.
"I knew you couldn’t bear to see me take care of it all alone, I realized my mistake just now."
"Tonight, I’ll perform well and guarantee you’ll be louder than the woman next door."
He Qianhui stretched out her hand and gave Zhang Hao a light slap on his body.
The two were intimate for almost an hour and a half, in such a short span of time.
He Qianhui was pleased three times, Zhang Hao also finished twice.
In the end, both of them were satisfied and dreamt of Duke Zhou.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Zhang Hao was woken up by an uncle’s phone call.
It turned out that he went out for breakfast this morning, shut the door and left.
But had no idea what the door’s passcode was.
Zhang Hao checked the time, and it was 6:30 am; under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t wake up until 7:30 am.
Plus, due to his eager efforts on He Qianhui from the night before, he wasn’t feeling as good as he’d imagined.
After telling the uncle the passcode, Zhang Hao tossed his phone aside.
He continued to cuddle with He Qianhui for a while longer, and when he woke up again at 7:30, he hurried to get dressed and arrived at the department.
As soon as he entered, Qin Miaoke couldn’t help but circle around him, inspecting him.
"Doctor Zhang, have you been suffering from insomnia lately? Why are those dark circles so serious?"
Zhang Hao rubbed his eyes, jokingly said, "Isn’t it just me trying to compete with the national treasure, the giant panda?"
Hearing this, Qin Miaoke knew it was a joke and didn’t take it seriously.
"We’re not as precious as the national treasure!"
A female patient arrived at the department at ten o’clock in the morning.
Normally, patients come as plain as they can be.
After all, doctors also need to use, the appearance and mental state to, assess the patient’s basic situation.
Especially in Chinese medicine, there’s great emphasis on observation and diagnosis.
If one were to spray too much perfume and use makeup to cover their complexion,
it could easily lead to a misdiagnosis.
Yet this female patient, not only had she put on perfume, but she also wore heavy makeup.
"I keep saying I’m not sick, yet you insisted on bringing me to the hospital. Let the doctor have a look then."
The woman sat down and looked at Zhang Hao, her eyes fox-like.
"Doctor, this is my brother-in-law. He insists that I’ve looked unwell these last few days and made me come to the hospital."
