Chapter 427: Chapter 424 Keeping Accounts
He Qianhui furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Zhang Hao holding a maroon-colored nylon rope.
"Honey, don’t be like that, you know I..."
Zhang Hao casually tossed the rope aside.
"I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already begging for mercy. We need to stick to the script," he said.
Seeing that Zhang Hao was still in the mood to joke with her, He Qianhui stashed the rope away.
"Honey, let’s switch it up tonight, anything but the rope," she suggested.
Zhang Hao pretended to look disappointed, sensing her genuine aversion to the rope.
"Well, if that’s the case, I’ll think of another game for us to play."
He Qianhui sighed in relief, yet her gaze remained fixed on Zhang Hao.
Taking advantage of his moment of contemplation, Qianhui took the initiative to walk over and wrap her arms around Zhang Hao’s waist.
"What’s with you today? Something seems off."
"When I got off work tonight, I was called over to my boss’s house, and something just clicked."
He Qianhui looked at Zhang Hao with perplexity for a long time.
"What did you figure out?"
"I realized ’seize the day for pleasure, for life is but a moment; pluck the flowers when they are blooming, as now is the time to do so.’"
Although years had passed since her school days, He Qianhui could tell that these two lines were not from the same poem.
But the literal meaning seemed rather similar.
"Just talk plainly, will you? When you get all poetic all of a sudden, my brain can’t quite catch up."
Zhang Hao then embraced He Qianhui in his arms as well.
"It’s actually quite simple: I want to give you more of everything when I’m at my best."
This offer to give her more of everything... made He Qianhui contemplate a lot.
Was it love that would be more, or a better life in the future?
Possibly both.
Just as she was basking in these pleasant thoughts, Zhang Hao suddenly whispered in her ear, "The boss said he wants to regain his virility."
"That way, he could ensure his wife remains moisture-rich and even save money on skincare products."
Hearing this, He Qianhui hit his chest out of exasperation.
All her previous thoughts were just wishful thinking.
"What, is your capacity declining? How will I find happiness in the future then?"
With her arms around his waist, her hands shifted downward, supporting his buttocks, with her fingers digging deep into the flesh.
"How did you conclude that my capabilities have decreased? It seems you need a language teacher to go back and study again," he teased.
He Qianhui played along: "I’m just worried about you. Minor issues can be corrected, but serious diseases are hard to cure. I’m reminding you to discover and treat early."
Zhang Hao replied with a smirk, "Then I really should thank you for caring about me, but I’ll just show you right now if my abilities have declined or not."
He Qianhui felt her body suddenly lighten as her feet lifted off the ground.
After a moment of dizziness, she found herself thrown onto the bed by Zhang Hao.
Below her was the soft mattress, offering a bounce-back effect.
By the time Zhang Hao pounced, He Qianhui had already hastily adjusted her posture.
"It seems tonight, someone is even more eager than I am," she remarked.
He Qianhui’s lips formed a straight line: "Right, are you happy about it? Tonight, I’m planning to drain you completely."
Seeing Qianhui respond so enthusiastically, joy blossomed in Zhang Hao’s heart.
"Then I shall give my all," he declared.
Before their words faded, the two were entwined together, indistinguishable from one another.
Even the bedsheets beneath them twisted into the shape of a twist.
By the time the two chose to disengage from their embrace, the bedsheet underneath had long been drenched.
Heavy panting filled the entire bedroom.
"How was it? I wasn’t bad tonight, right?"
He Qianhui, exhausted to the point of being limp, just casually rested her hand on Zhang Hao’s waist.
From her current state, it was evident that she was very satisfied with Zhang Hao’s performance tonight.
So satisfied that she couldn’t even express her praise in words.
"Looks like my abilities really haven’t deteriorated, and I shouldn’t have to worry for a short while."
A content Zhang Hao suddenly got up.
At this moment, the two of them could be described as stark naked.
But this wasn’t a new scene for them, and besides, the curtains were drawn, so no one outside could see.
Finally, Qianhui regained her composure and propped up her upper body.
"Is there more?"
Those three simple words made Zhang Hao, who had been about to go take a bath, turn back.
He straightened up, looking down at his junior who was also looking up, saying, "Nope, there’s really not a drop left this time."
However, Qianhui seemed to regain her interest.
She crawled over to Zhang Hao, knelt by the bed with her knees together.
Qianhui’s throat moved up and down, and seeing this, Zhang Hao hurriedly took two steps back.
"What are you doing, I really don’t have any left, do you really want to drain me dry?"
Qianhui raised her brows and eyes, a rush of emotion coming forth.
Zhang Hao, leaning nervously against the wardrobe door behind him, said, "No way, absolutely not, we stop here for today."
"If you still want it, then wait until tomorrow or the day after. Let me recover a bit."
Qianhui got off the bed and pressed her body against Zhang Hao’s.
The wardrobe door behind was cold to the touch, while in front was her smooth, tender body.
Zhang Hao regretted boasting earlier that night.
Did he not know his own limits?
Qianhui was like a blazing fire at that moment.
And Zhang Hao was like a child’s toy water gun; how could the water from a toy water gun possibly extinguish a roaring fire?
Qianhui’s hand moved down from Zhang Hao’s chest muscles, not lingering on his abs, gliding right past them.
Finally, her hand stopped between his legs, touching him, then turning into a playful fingering.
"No, I want it now. Tomorrow has its own tomorrow, and the day after its day after. Unless..."
Seeing a chance for a turning point, Zhang Hao quickly asked, "Unless what? Just tell me."
"Unless you let me keep tabs. You owe me one for today, the exact date and time. If I don’t want to keep tabs, then you fulfill your obligation."
Under Qianhui’s multiple stimulations, Zhang Hao finally managed to rise to the occasion again.
The moment he did, the tide of battle had already turned.
"Today, I will risk my life to keep you company."
Hearing Zhang Hao describe what was about to happen in such dramatic terms,
Qianhui laughed out loud, "Risk my life to keep company? I’m just a woman, definitely not some gentleman."
"Don’t pin such a huge label on me, and sure, you can keep tabs. But remember, whatever you tally up, you’ll have to pay back someday."
By then, Zhang Hao was already flying the flag high, and there was no reason not to let it fly.
Especially since he didn’t like being in debt.
He pinned Qianhui to the edge of the bed and went for another round.
This time wasn’t as prolonged as before, even somewhat quick, but still full of vigor.
After this time, it felt like Qianhui’s entire state had completely changed.
