Zhang Hao was like Zhu Bajie tasting ginseng fruit for the first ti, wanting to swallow He Qianhui whole in one gulp.
"I stayed in that mountain ravine for almost a month, do you know how I’ve been getting by these days?"
He Qianhui wrapped her arms around Zhang Hao, clinging on for dear life.
"I know, of course I know, because I felt the sa."
As the words reached Zhang Hao’s ears, he could no longer control his inner desires, and his actions, rough as they were, carried a touch of tenderness.
It was like a sudden downpour in the blazing sumr heat, complete with countless hailstones.
At that mont, every cell in He Qianhui’s body was fully awakened. Had she not received Zhang Hao’s call, she planned to return tomorrow.
But knowing that Zhang Hao was coming back tonight, it felt like she had a thousand bugs crawling in her heart.
Two bodies intertwined on the bed, turning the smooth bedsheets into a wrinkled ss.
Passion exploded within the bedroom, with gasps and moans rising and falling. For that mont, they forgot ti, they forgot everything.
When everything was over, Zhang Hao lay on the bed, holding the soft body of He Qianhui in his arms, resting with eyes closed.
"Satisfied?"
"Not yet, I still want more, but I’m hungry now."
"Still want more? Do you really think I’m a donkey from a production brigade?"
Zhang Hao half-joked, kneading He Qianhui’s plumpness hard.
He Qianhui winced in pain and complained, "Don’t ruin your son’s future rice bowl."
Upon hearing that, Zhang Hao laughed out loud, "Since it’s my son’s rice bowl, shouldn’t I, as the father, check if it’s good to eat first?"
Having said that, Zhang Hao slid down again, engulfing the tender cherry in his mouth and sucked vigorously.
"Ah ah... no... hmm!"
While her mouth said no, He Qianhui’s hands kept holding on to Zhang Hao’s head without letting go.
After feasting on one spot and then another, grinding and lingering for quite so ti, they finally got up from the bed.
The takeout they had brought back had gone cold, so He Qianhui heated them up one by one in the microwave.
While bored waiting, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but approach He Qianhui from behind.
He Qianhui felt soone coming close, but even with her eyes closed, she knew who it was.
"What are you doing, planning another sneak attack from behind?"
Before she finished speaking, her slender waist was engulfed by a pair of strong arms.
"I’ve always been upfront and honest, never one for sneaking around."
Breathing in the fragrance emanating from He Qianhui, Zhang Hao appeared utterly infatuated.
His lips moved close to her neck, kissing and nibbling greedily.
As soon as the microwave tir went off with a ding,
He Qianhui rushed to take out the dishes.
Zhang Hao backed away with her.
During the al, the two exchanged secret glances across the table.
Below the table, a silent current was already surging.
He Qianhui stretched out a leg and placed it between Zhang Hao’s legs.
Though not clad in enticing black stockings, He Qianhui’s naturally fair skin and her delicate, petite feet were irresistible.
With toenails neatly trimd smooth and rounded, and the soles of her feet a rosy white,
her rhythmic toes kneaded, pressed and squeezed his crotch area, eliciting an imdiate response.
"Stop it, or else I’ll pin you down on the table and have my way with you."
He Qianhui responded with laughter, her feet’s movents unabated, growing even more bold.
Seeing her like that, Zhang Hao pushed aside his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and went behind He Qianhui.
"What are you doing? I’m still eating."
"What eating? It looks like you’re already full to ."
Under Zhang Hao’s forceful pulling and dragging, He Qianhui was thrown onto the couch.
Though his action was sowhat rough, it was completely within He Qianhui’s tolerance.
Lying on the couch looking at him, He Qianhui’s eyes were seductive as silk.
"What are you doing, not even letting a person eat?"
"Clearly, it’s you who wouldn’t let eat properly, so I must properly teach you a lesson," Zhang Hao retorted.
No sooner had he spoken than he ripped the clothes off her body.
"Ah, that was rather expensive, and you’ve torn it again. My clothes never get worn out or washed out."
"They all get torn by your big hands. What if your patients,"
"knew this is how you act at ho, do you think they’d be surprised?"
Zhang Hao imdiately said, "Don’t worry, I’m a doctor, and I definitely won’t have any relationship beyond doctor-patient with my patients."
"Besides, doctors are humans too and have such needs, unless... unless one day I suddenly see through the vanities of the world."
"And no longer yearn for what’s between your legs, maybe then even if you danced naked in front of , I wouldn’t be moved."
At this, He Qianhui couldn’t hide her laughter, ", dancing naked in front of you? You wish."
No matter how beautiful Zhang Hao’s thoughts might be, what he needed to focus on now was to press He Qianhui down on the couch and properly discipline her.
To prevent her from being disobedient later.
The two of them kept at it at ho until after midnight, completely exhausted, before they supported each other back to the bedroom.
Lying in bed, He Qianhui didn’t care about any elegant posture, her legs were weak, her heartbeat rapid.
Her cheeks felt hot; all this ti without him was unbearable.
Whenever Zhang Hao was not at ho, she used toys to satisfy herself, playing until the batteries ran out, yet never reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.
Almost every day, she counted the days, hoping that Zhang Hao would return soon.
Even though she received daily ssages of his safety, her longing was like an unstoppable torrent.
Dazed and between dreams and wakefulness, He Qianhui subconsciously reached for the space beside her.
Finding it empty, she awoke in alarm.
She abruptly sat up in bed.
Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao?
As her voice trailed off, she heard the sound of flushing from the bathroom.
It wasn’t long before Zhang Hao ca back, pulling up his pants.
"What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Only when He Qianhui saw Zhang Hao return did she put her hanging heart back in her chest.
Just now, when she felt the empty space beside her, she thought everything that happened that night was a dream, that Zhang Hao hadn’t returned yet.
"It’s nothing, I couldn’t see you in bed suddenly and thought you were gone," she said.
"I drank too much water and had to get up, it’s nothing, go back to sleep," Zhang Hao reassured her.
Snuggled in Zhang Hao’s arms, it didn’t take long for He Qianhui to fall asleep.
Early the next morning, the alarm woke both of them up, and Zhang Hao climbed out of bed reluctantly.
Although his body began dressing and washing up, his soul was still asleep.
He Qianhui didn’t even open her eyes, let alone get up to make breakfast for him.
However, seeing there was still ti, Zhang Hao fried eggs and bacon for her and prepared bread and milk.
Before leaving for work, he returned to the bedroom, saw He Qianhui still asleep, and gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.
Then, he picked up his car keys and went downstairs.
This dical support experience wasn’t particularly dangerous.
But it was a different kind of experience for the doctors and nurses at Tong’an Hospital.
It was Zhang Hao’s turn to write about his feelings, but he had no inspiration, and after an hour, he had written less than a hundred words.
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