Chapter 442: Chapter 439: The Little Red Book
As soon as the female neighbor left, Zhang Hao looked over at He Qianhui seated across from him.
At this moment, she should be the one with the most say.
"I’ve already washed the dishes and chopsticks, so in a bit you should hang the clothes in the washing machine, or they’ll start to stink."
Zhang Hao was waiting for more, but after He Qianhui finished speaking, she just sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, looking quite engrossed.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
He Qianhui shook her head, thinking it would be good enough if he managed to hang the clothes properly, how could she expect more?
Seeing that she remained silent, Zhang Hao first returned the medicine box to its place, then headed to the bathroom.
He opened the washing machine and took out the already-washed clothes.
Carrying a basin of clothes, he went out to the balcony and one by one placed them on the drying rack, then hung them on the laundry pole.
Each time he hung a piece, Zhang Hao would subconsciously glance back to see He Qianhui’s expression.
By the time all the clothes were hung, He Qianhui was still engrossed in her show.
This caught Zhang Hao somewhat off guard; it was only nine o’clock in the evening, and they usually went to bed around eleven.
In these two hours... didn’t she want to do something?
After putting the basin back in the bathroom, he dashed straight over to He Qianhui.
"Wife, it’s getting late, we should..."
He Qianhui glanced at the clock on the wall and, paying no attention to Zhang Hao’s words, said dully, "It’s only nine o’clock; I’m not sleepy yet."
Realizing she might have said the wrong thing, He Qianhui quickly added, "If you’re sleepy, go to bed first; I’ll follow after this episode of the drama..."
Before she could finish the word "sleep," He Qianhui noticed Zhang Hao’s expression was a bit off.
"What’s the matter, what do you want to do?"
"Do you, is that okay? The female neighbor has gone to her own husband, I should find my wife too."
He Qianhui blinked, so all that effort was just for this little thing.
"Alright, alright, let’s go, back to the room."
He Qianhui got up, her face very calm, seemingly not very excited about what was to come next.
"That attitude isn’t good, you know, all loose and careless."
He Qianhui, already near the bedroom door, was startled by his comment and turned around to look at Zhang Hao, who looked quite annoyed.
She ran back, coaxing him with each word, "Oh come on, it’s just this little thing, we are an old married couple."
"We’re not like young lovers fresh in a relationship, getting worked up over matters of the lower half."
Zhang Hao very much disagreed with He Qianhui’s view, how could he not be excited, how could he not look forward to it.
Even his own boss would go to great lengths to improve his abilities, all for the sake of his lower half.
And for harmony between husband and wife.
"No way, you have to be passionate about this, otherwise, my performance might be compromised."
He Qianhui propped her hand against the bedroom doorway, her hip cocked out, and with her other hand, she beckoned Zhang Hao with a curling finger.
"Dear customer, come and play!"
Her voice soft and sweet, enough to melt bones, yet Zhang Hao stood his ground.
Seeing that this approach was ineffective, He Qianhui tried another tactic.
She pressed her body against the wall, with eyes full of seduction, attempting to assume as tempting a pose as possible.
Yet, Zhang Hao remained unmoved.
Neither method had swayed him, and now He Qianhui was getting a little angry.
He strode up to her, grabbed her ear, and raised his voice considerably, "Take the way out I’m offering you and stop throwing a fit—come back to the room with me."
On any ordinary day, He Qianhui was always gentle and soft-spoken, never raising her voice too loudly.
Now Zhang Hao was being led by the ear into the bedroom.
Once the door was shut, He Qianhui crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Zhang Hao with a defiant expression.
"Strip, we’re not working tomorrow anyway. If you don’t satisfy me properly tonight, don’t even think about leaving this room."
With such dominance from He Qianhui, Zhang Hao resembled a henpecked husband.
What...was all this about?
"You don’t want me to leave the house? I guarantee you’ll be begging for mercy in no time," he retorted.
When he opened the bedside drawer, Zhang Hao meant to take out a condom, but in the end, he put it back.
Turning to her, he asked if it was a safe day.
He Qianhui couldn’t remember clearly and tried to recall the last time she had her period. It seemed like these days were safe.
However, a safe day isn’t always truly safe. She didn’t want to have children just yet, and precautions were still necessary.
"So we won’t be needing this little thing today."
A hint of red flew to He Qianhui’s cheeks, and amidst her alluring glance, Zhang Hao had already stripped bare and was lying on the bed.
There, his manhood was already standing tall.
Seeing that, He Qianhui bit her lip and gripped the hem of her top tightly as she slowly began to take it off.
Just as she had stripped, Zhang Hao suddenly sat up, "Right, did you lock the door? I’m a bit worried; our female neighbor might come over."
At Zhang Hao’s words, He Qianhui also became nervous.
"No way, her husband’s back, and for all we know, they might be getting it on in their room right now," she replied.
Zhang Hao got off the bed, opened the bedroom door, and ran out.
After checking that all the doors and windows were secured, he came back.
He Qianhui felt Zhang Hao was acting strangely tonight; they had never been this cautious when being intimate before.
This had dampened her mood a bit, but thankfully Zhang Hao was becoming very excited now.
She didn’t know where this young man had picked up his skills, but with a few words and the flick of his fingers, he could drive her wild with desire.
This time, He Qianhui craved something wild and rode him with a passion.
By the end, she felt like her waist might break, but for Zhang Hao, this position seemed quite effortless.
Finishing inside her twice also gave her a sense of fullness she rarely experienced before.
Afterwards, He Qianhui quietly lay on Zhang Hao’s chest, still feeling the slippery warmth between her legs.
"It still feels like truly possessing you only when you leave it inside," she said softly.
"What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t I possess you if I finish somewhere else?"
Of course, that’s not what He Qianhui meant. After all, it wasn’t just any trivial matter.
Having it remain inside her body was indeed different.
"Alright, enough talking. I need to shower; I can’t let your future generations take root in me," she said.
Hearing this made Zhang Hao feel uneasy—what did she mean by not taking root?
Gripping He Qianhui who was about to get up, he asked, "What do you mean by not taking root? Don’t you want to have a chubby little baby with me?"
Not wanting to have a baby was impossible, but He Qianhui felt that now was not the right time.
She had been eager for a child because she had been married to Liu Gang for some years, and if they didn’t have a child, there would surely be gossip.
That anxiety was unbearable, to the point where she would have even considered fertility treatment with Zhang Hao.
