He Qianhui looked at him being so excessively attentive and quickly intervened, "Hold on a second, what’s up with you today, did you do sothing bad behind my back again?"
Seeing He Qianhui ask this, Zhang Hao winced, "How could that be? I got off work and ca straight ho today, then had fried rice by myself at ho. If you don’t believe , check my takeout order history."
Zhang Hao took out his phone and pulled up the record of his takeout order from tonight.
He Qianhui glanced at it and quickly set the phone aside, "I don’t need to see this, just tell , who visited your hospital for treatnt today?"
Originally, Zhang Hao could have chosen not to answer this question, but he actually recalled in his mind for a mont.
"There weren’t any young ones, all older folks, and a bunch of old n too."
He Qianhui squinted her eyes, carefully studying Zhang Hao, "You’re not lying to , you really aren’t lying?"
Zhang Hao held up three fingers and swore, "I really am not, if I’m lying, may lightning strike ."
Before his words had even faded, the night outside suddenly brightened, followed by the booming sound of thunder.
He Qianhui sighed and raised her foot to test the temperature of the water in the basin.
Feeling it wasn’t too hot, she fully subrged her feet.
Zhang Hao coughed awkwardly a couple of tis, cleared his throat, and then got off the bed.
"I’ll get you so fruit to wash; eating so much at tonight must have made you feel greasy."
Both knew that the lightning and thunder were just a coincidence, how could it really be "lightning striking as he swore."
"No need, I overate tonight and my stomach is really bloated," He Qianhui said.
Despite that, Zhang Hao washed so grapes, sliced so mango, and brought a full bowl to the bedroom.
It was He Qianhui’s first experience eating in the bedroom, and she indeed found it a bit uncomfortable.
"Eat slowly, don’t spill it on the sheets. Do you know how expensive these sheets are?"
When they first moved in, apart from so major appliances that Zhang Hao helped choose, he hadn’t offered any suggestions on the smaller details.
As for the sheets and duvet covers, he didn’t have a say at all.
He Qianhui handled it all by herself, and as for how much it cost, Zhang Hao really had no idea.
However, lying on them, they did indeed feel quite comfortable.
Zhang Hao casually remarked, "How expensive can it be? You must be tricking again."
"These are silk, a set is several thousand yuan."
Several thousand yuan... Zhang Hao inwardly criticized the extravagance, rembering how back at his family ho, the sheets and duvet covers were discounted items bought by his mother from the mall.
Add it all up, they only cost a few dozen yuan at most, and they had been fine for many years.
Seeing Zhang Hao say nothing, He Qianhui laughed, "What’s up, you think it’s expensive, but isn’t it very comfortable when you lie on it every day?"
This question was naturally affirmable.
Zhang Hao glanced at the sheets and offhandedly said, "If there were gold bricks underneath, I’d sleep even more comfortably."
He Qianhui hissed, lifted her foot, and flicked so water at him.
"I’d like to sleep on gold bricks too, you always talk such nonsense here."
Zhang Hao chuckled, placed the fruit on the bedside table, and slowly knelt down to wash He Qianhui’s feet.
Her fair and tender feet looked beautiful from any angle.
He Qianhui tilted her head, her thoughts unclear, and maneuvered her feet free from Zhang Hao’s grasp to rest one on each of his shoulders.
"Oh my, you got my clothes wet."
He Qianhui dismissed it, "So it’s wet, what can you do? It’s not like it will dissolve."
Zhang Hao, holding He Qianhui’s ankles, laughed, "It won’t dissolve, but it’s prone to catching fire."
"Don’t you think you doing this is kind of teasing ?"
He Qianhui disagreed, "I just wanted to wipe my feet, they aren’t sore anymore, but I don’t have a towel."
As she said this, Zhang Hao stood up while holding her foot.
He Qianhui then flopped onto the bed.
"I think you don’t just want to wipe your feet, you’re wet in other places too."
He Qianhui curved her eyes in a smile without answering his question, while Zhang Hao pressed his body against hers.
"Don’t you know that a woman’s feet can also be very attractive?"
He Qianhui felt that her feet weren’t that good-looking, especially since she did hard labor.
Compared to professional foot models, "My feet look good? They’re ugly; only you think they look good. Co on, stop fooling around, I want to sleep."
Zhang Hao’s passion was provoked by her, and there was no way he could just let her off easily.
"You provoke my passion and then want to simply turn the page? That won’t do, I don’t agree."
He Qianhui turned away, "Then what do you want to do?"
Zhang Hao didn’t speak, but his hand moved along He Qianhui’s leg, finally stopping at a sensitive spot.
He Qianhui instinctively squeezed her legs together, not letting his hand venture further.
But Zhang Hao’s hand possessed an irresistible strength, even though her legs were tightly closed.
In the end, they still parted: "What... what are you doing, get your hand away quickly."
Zhang Hao looked down and laughed, "We’re an old couple now; don’t you still know what I want, hurry up. We’ve already gotten this far, you’ve got to give in to even if you don’t want to."
He Qianhui pretended to struggle, but the more she struggled, the closer they got.
In the end, it was her legs that clamped around Zhang Hao’s waist, making it hard for the two to separate.
Soon, moans echoed through the bedroom.
And the rain outside followed, hitting the windows with a crackling noise.
Yet it couldn’t drown out the noise from the bedroom.
The next morning, when He Qianhui got up, she felt sore down below.
But her face wore a happy smile, having always longed for this kind of life without ever having it before.
Now that her wish had finally co true, even the happiness was torturous.
It’s just unknown if other young couples live the sa way as she does.
It has to be said, Zhang Hao is truly exceptional in this respect.
The mont she got up, Zhang Hao also woke up, despite the long battle last night.
Yet, it did not affect his routine of getting up for work in the morning.
"It’s still early, let’s go out for breakfast," Zhang Hao said.
"Okay, I’ll go wash up first."
Watching He Qianhui’s awkward walk, Zhang Hao felt gratified.
Yesterday, to satisfy her needs, he put in a lot of effort.
Hopefully, when He Qianhui goes to work today, her colleagues won’t notice her awkward walk.
If anyone asked, He Qianhui would definitely feel embarrassed.
The two went to the dumpling shop downstairs, found a spot, and simply finished their breakfast with two buns and a bowl of millet porridge each.
Zhang Hao drove He Qianhui to work, and at her company, the couple shared tender monts before Zhang Hao finally drove to the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, his superior had already been waiting for him at the entrance of the Traditional Chinese dicine departnt for a long ti.
Seeing this, Zhang Hao also grew suspicious but didn’t show it too obviously: "Boss, waiting here so early, what’s up?"
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