He Qianhui struggled fiercely, urging Zhang Hao not to vent his desires in such a place.
If soone really passed by, even if they didn’t peer into the car window, the car would sway slightly in rhythm with their movents.
The young people of today have their ways, and so things don’t need to be spelled out explicitly.
As the saying goes, it’s sothing that can be understood without being expressed.
The youth are clever; with a hint, they can grasp what can’t be explicitly articulated.
Passersby, upon seeing their car rocking gently, would know exactly what was happening inside.
Under He Qianhui’s pushing, Zhang Hao had no choice but to stop the actions he was in the midst of.
However, his hands remained propped on either side of her shoulders.
"What’s wrong, don’t forget we bought this car just so we could have our car shakes in it, you’re resisting so much now, could it be because it doesn’t feel good in the car?"
He Qianhui kept shaking her head; it wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but doing this sort of thing in a car...
Should be done in a place where people were scarce, at least where passersby wouldn’t exceed three or four in a short ti.
Like in the suburbs, or on a deserted roadside, just not on a busy city street with heavy pedestrian traffic.
But looking at Zhang Hao’s condition, he was probably set on doing it here.
"Can’t we do this at ho instead? After all, once we get ho, you can do whatever you want. Just not here, not now."
He Qianhui’s hands, pressed against Zhang Hao’s chest, were much cooler than the heat emanating from him.
She could feel the scorching heat of his body and his surging emotions.
"No, I want it right here. It’s so boring at ho."
Zhang Hao lowered his head, kissing He Qianhui’s neck incessantly.
Leaving behind his mark, at first He Qianhui resisted a bit.
Hoping the rational part of her mind could overco the carnal desires within her body, only for Zhang Hao’s relentless teasing to kindle the fire of passion that seed to grow and flourish within him.
Feeling the change in He Qianhui’s emotions and attitude, Zhang Hao knew she would not resist him any longer.
Initially, her hands were propped against Zhang Hao’s chest, but as they gradually slid to the side, she finally wrapped her arms around his back.
Zhang Hao’s advances grew more fierce and rapid, and at that mont, He Qianhui no longer cared about decorum or sha.
What she desired was for Zhang Hao to continue his relentless assault, treating her like a lamb to the slaughter, at his rcy to ravage and tornt.
It seed only in this way could He Qianhui truly experience Zhang Hao’s love for her.
And to her, Zhang Hao’s every move was as refreshing as a downpour after a long drought.
Passersby seed to take no notice of anything unusual about the car.
Thus, from beginning to end, no one ca close, and it was unclear how much ti had passed when, with a low growl from Zhang Hao,
the two of them reached the climax at the sa ti, and in the mont when the tension was released,
they both let out a long sigh of relief. Yet, at the most relaxed mont, soone suddenly knocked on the car door.
It scared He Qianhui terribly, nearly causing her to cry out.
Zhang Hao was the first to regain his composure, casually throwing on a shirt and rolling down the window.
"What is it?"
"Sir, could you please help move your car a bit? I only got my driver’s license a few days ago and I’m not very good at backing up yet."
Zhang Hao looked through the window at the small car parked next to his,
then turned back to glance at He Qianhui, who was still lying in the back seat.
After giving her a heads-up, he hurriedly got out of the car.
The woman knocking at the door also took the opportunity to glance back, her expression changing in an instant.
Zhang Hao opened the woman’s car door and effortlessly backed her car out.
The woman thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you so much, if it hadn’t been for you, I probably would have scraped both vehicles."
After expressing her gratitude, the woman got into her car, and Zhang Hao returned to his.
By this ti, He Qianhui had gotten dressed, with only the lingering flush on her face indicating the passion they had just shared.
He Qianhui fastened her seatbelt in the passenger seat and tidied up her disheveled hair slightly.
Zhang Hao started his car as well, but suddenly soone knocked on the door again, and when he lowered the window, he was surprised to see it was the sa woman.
Zhang Hao thought she might be in trouble again, only to see her holding up two bottles of drink.
"Thank you for helping with the car just now, this is to show my thanks, I hope you won’t look down on it."
Seeing the two cups of milk tea in her hands, Zhang Hao wanted to decline, thinking it wasn’t necessary to thank him so much for sothing so trivial.
But the woman was very enthusiastic and directly stuffed the two cups of milk tea into his arms.
"It’s just two cups of milk tea, consider it a cool down for your sumr."
Feeling flattered by the milk tea, Zhang Hao handed one of them to He Qianhui.
He Qianhui, looking at the milk tea, didn’t say anything, as she had just finished making love and was feeling thirsty.
That milk tea indeed quenched her imdiate thirst.
Inserting a straw, she took two sips and instantly felt as though she was standing in front of a turbulent waterfall, the refreshing and cooling sensation delighting her heart and spleen.
Driving ho, the first thing He Qianhui did as soon as they entered the house was to strip off her clothes.
Seeing this, Zhang Hao was just about to say sothing, wondering if she was still unsatisfied from their ti in the car.
But then he saw He Qianhui rush into the bathroom, and realizing how fast she ran, Zhang Hao knew her haste to undress was probably not because she wanted another round.
Of the two cups of milk tea, only He Qianhui had drunk one, leaving the other untouched by Zhang Hao.
He casually put it in the fridge to chill, and when He Qianhui ca out of the bathroom, she was rubbing her stomach and groaning in pain.
"What’s wrong?"
"I think it’s because I drank a big cup of sothing cold all at once, my stomach hurts. I’ll feel better after resting a bit."
Hearing that He Qianhui had a stomachache, which could be serious or trivial, Zhang Hao grew concerned.
He went to her and checked her pulse voluntarily, while He Qianhui, massaging her belly, kept an eye on any changes in Zhang Hao’s expression.
At first, his expression didn’t change much and remained calm, but gradually, his composed facial features began to tense.
She didn’t miss these subtle changes.
"What’s the matter, do I have so serious problem?"
"No serious issue, but I estimate that you might be nearing your nstrual period," he responded.
He Qianhui glanced at the calendar, and indeed, it was around that ti.
"I’ll go make you a cup of brown sugar ginger tea first, to warm up your belly, and then I’ll find a couple of painkillers for you to take, that should alleviate your discomfort."
Suddenly, He Qianhui felt a strange sensation, realizing that her life was now completely looked after by Zhang Hao in every possible way.
If one day, for so uncontrollable reasons, they had to part ways,
Could she still adapt to living on her own?
"By the way, I want to go check out the new house tomorrow. I guess the renovation must be almost finished," she said.
"Now that we don’t have much money on hand, shouldn’t we look for so appliances with good cost-performance?"
Zhang Hao, while preparing the brown sugar ginger tea for He Qianhui, didn’t even think before saying, "Don’t worry about the money."
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