In the bathroom, He Qianhui, who was taking a shower, heard Zhang Hao say sothing about letting her go, and she thought smugly, "I don’t need you to let go, if you dare, co over here. I bet that by the ti I finish my bath, you won’t even be able to co in."
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Hao stood up with a swoosh and quickly walked to the bathroom door.
He pushed open the door and poked his upper body in.
"Here I am, you really think I can’t handle you?"
He Qianhui frowned and threw a handful of water at him with her hand.
"Pervert, get out! I’m telling you the patrol cop hasn’t left yet. What if I yell out loud? Then you wouldn’t even have a chance to explain yourself," she threatened.
With that threat, Zhang Hao actually backed down.
"Fine, fine, fine, I’ll go, I’ll go, okay? There’s just no dealing with you," he relented.
He closed the door once more and went back to sit by the bed.
Looking at the clothes that had been taken off, he hesitated for a long ti but still decided to put them in the suitcase first.
After all, they had brought plenty of clothes with them this ti.
He would find a chance to get them washed at the destination.
If all else failed, he could look for a laundry service and have them dry cleaned.
He Qianhui stayed in the bathroom for a full forty minutes before coming out.
Without a doubt, she was washed clean from head to toe.
Seeing her wrapped in a large bath towel, Zhang Hao looked at her with a aningful gaze.
"Why are you staring at like that? It’s not like you’ve never seen it before," she said.
This ti, it was her turn to speak those words, while Zhang Hao tilted his head back and held her in his arms.
"It’s because I’ve seen it that I want to keep watching, never getting enough," he said.
After finishing, he buried his face in her stomach.
He Qianhui helplessly said, "Let tell you, when I’m in my forties or fifties, we’ll both be sick of each other."
"You might not even have to wait until I’m in my forties or fifties, just wait until after I’ve had your children, and my stomach is all flabby and covered in stretch marks, then you won’t find attractive at all."
Zhang Hao laughed and said, "I’m a doctor, don’t I know what a pregnant woman looks like?"
"Besides, you’ll be giving birth to the Old Zhang family’s child, a great contributor, how could I hate you for that?"
"Moreover, if it weren’t for you, the Old Zhang family lineage would end. Look at how much my mom and dad love each other."
"They’ve barely ever argued in their lives. The last ti my dad had a minor quarrel with my mom..."
"...my mom didn’t speak to him for three days, and during those three days no one washed his clothes or cooked als for him," he continued.
"Later, my mom said those three days were the most relaxing of her entire life, and whenever she felt tired, she would pick fights with my dad for no reason."
"My dad learns from experience, terrified of having no one to wash his clothes or cook his als, leaving him hungry," he went on.
"No matter how much my mom acted up in front of him, he never got angry, only coddled her, so I inherited my parents’ good genes," he boasted.
He Qianhui tapped gently on Zhang Hao’s forehead with her finger: "You really know how to pat yourself on the back."
"Who knows if you actually have any of your uncle and aunt’s good qualities. I don’t believe a word you’re saying right now," she retorted.
He Qianhui wriggled free from Zhang Hao’s embrace, took out clean underwear from the luggage, and changed into it.
Every move she made was watched keenly by Zhang Hao.
"Why are you dressing so conservatively to sleep in the middle of the night?" he asked.
"Of course, it’s to guard against you. I may not know others, but don’t I know you?" she said.
Hearing He Qianhui say this, Zhang Hao huffed.
"Alright, alright, from now on I won’t touch you, and we’ll see who lasts the longest," he challenged.
He Qianhui also huffed, "Fine, if the one who can’t hold out ends up being the loser, they’ll be the ’little dog.’"
Whether out of spite or for so other reason, Zhang Hao didn’t touch her at all that night.
But it was only one night, which didn’t count for much.
The next morning, Zhang Hao woke up to find himself up and at ’em.
His wife was right next to him, and just as he was about to pull her close, he suddenly rembered the bet they had made the night before.
"It’s not just about stead buns, it’s a matter of pride," Zhang Hao decided that no matter what happened this ti,
he definitely wouldn’t take the initiative to touch a single hair on He Qianhui’s head.
But just toughing it out like this was also a kind of inhuman torture for him.
In the end, he had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom to take care of himself.
After all, this was how he had coped when he didn’t have a girlfriend.
He could never let He Qianhui think less of him.
Just as he was getting into it, he unexpectedly heard footsteps approaching.
In this room, other than him, there was only He Qianhui.
Zhang Hao sat on the toilet, swiftly comforting himself.
And the door was about to be pushed open.
For a mont, he really hated how good his stamina was. Why couldn’t he be like other n who finished at the slightest touch?
Soon, He Qianhui’s voice could be heard outside the door.
"If you can’t hold back, just say it. There’s no need to separate ’yours’ and ’mine’ between us. Are my hands not better than yours?"
He Qianhui, standing outside, thought that under such circumstances, Zhang Hao would cave in.
But then she heard Zhang Hao say, "Whoever caves first is a dog. Plus, I’m a real man. I stick to my word and must not break my promises."
He Qianhui suddenly realized, "So, what you’re saying is, in the end, it has to be who can’t hold back."
Thinking Zhang Hao would stay inside for a long ti, He Qianhui had barely finished speaking when he ca out.
Seeing his smug face, He Qianhui couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
Thinking about how the two of them hadn’t been together the previous night, she was waiting for Zhang Hao’s ’dawn crowing.’
In the end, he really had the guts.
"Fine, you’re tough, but it’s still early. We’ll see," she said.
As He Qianhui entered the bathroom, Zhang Hao quickly went back to bed to rest.
But He Qianhui stayed in the bathroom for a long ti without coming out, and there seed to be faint noises coming from inside.
Out of curiosity, Zhang Hao walked briskly to the bathroom and peeked through the crack to see that the woman couldn’t hold back either.
Both of them stubborn, neither willing to back down.
However, at this point, Zhang Hao had already released and was not at all afraid of her actions.
He gently pushed open the bathroom door and saw He Qianhui’s fingers busily rubbing between her legs,
"Hey, are two fingers comfortable?"
When He Qianhui saw him, she quickly closed her legs, but she didn’t remove her hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just coming to see if soone needs my help," he replied.
These words made He Qianhui burst into laughter.
"Well, don’t worry about it. I’m not going to let you help," she said.
Zhang Hao held back from making a rash move, "Really? Just now it looked like you were having a tough ti. Maybe you should just give in to ."
At his words, He Qianhui boldly spread her legs, leaning her body against the toilet tank,
and beneath Zhang Hao’s gaze, she started moaning and groaning.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Hao began to pose provocatively in front of He Qianhui,
to display his masculine charm.
Already close, and with his teasing, He Qianhui closed her eyes and her fingers moved faster.
Within about ten seconds, her hand stopped, and her body went limp as well.
Seeing his efforts had no effect, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but say, "You really are sothing. Let’s see how long you can last."
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