"Humph!" He Qianhui, sowhat impatiently, tossed aside the thing in her hand, "Forget it, you do it yourself."
"I won’t do it." Zhang Hao shook his head, "Let’s sleep."
Lying on the bed, He Qianhui felt a sour ache in her arm, "Can you massage my arm for ? It’s sore from doing that for you."
She stretched her arm across Zhang Hao’s chest, and he obligingly began to knead her hand.
He held He Qianhui’s delicate arm, pressing hard on the acupoints with his fingertips.
"Ah, it hurts, be gentle," He Qianhui softly called out, reaching out her other hand and patting Zhang Hao’s arm.
Zhang Hao hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I’ll be gentler. I’ve never done this for anyone before. I don’t know my own strength. Sister-in-law, if it hurts, just tell ."
"Mhm," He Qianhui responded absently.
It took a long while before he reluctantly let go of He Qianhui’s soft arm, reached out to touch his nose, and slled the fragrance from her body lingering on his palm.
But what he didn’t know was that his kneading had soaked He Qianhui’s inner thighs, even leaving wet stains on the bedsheet.
His mind stirred, daydreaming, when suddenly the room’s light was switched on with a ’click’.
He Qianhui sat up, her face flushed as she slipped on a bathrobe: "I’m going to wash up."
Having said that, she hurried to the bathroom.
Seeing the bathroom light turn on, Zhang Hao also got dressed, planning to wash with cold water to cool off.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw his cousin.
Liu Gang’s face was flushed, looking extrely contented, and he patted Zhang Hao’s shoulder with satisfaction.
"How was it? Your sister-in-law tastes good, doesn’t she?" he winked at Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao, however, just dumbly shook his head, "I didn’t do that with sister-in-law. I was just using sothing from the headboard to help her scratch an itch..."
"What?" Liu Gang looked at Zhang Hao in shock, examining him up and down before it dawned on him.
He blad his own carelessness.
Having been strict with Zhang Hao since he was young, he had never dated, was still a greenhorn, and knew nothing of the delightful taste of a woman.
Once he realized this, Liu Gang leaned in mysteriously close to Zhang Hao, "Cousin, do you prefer Western, or do you like dostic? Or maybe Japanese or Korean style?"
"What?" Zhang Hao’s eyes widened at his cousin, looking like a pimp, and he quickly shook his head, "No, no need."
"That won’t do, you have to learn. How else will you know?" Liu Gang shook his head as if imparting wisdom, educating him, "You have to learn. Otherwise, you can easily get hurt your first ti. And your sister-in-law, she’s still pristine, despite her fondness for those things. She’s clean and untouched by n, naturally ignorant of all that."
Upon hearing his cousin’s words, a stirring thought occurred to Zhang Hao, and the heat inside his body rose again.
Soon, He Qianhui ca out of the bathroom and, seeing the two of them talking in the living room, returned to the bedroom without saying a word.
anwhile, Liu Gang sat on the sofa with his phone, grinning mischievously at Zhang Hao.
Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, Zhang Hao asked, "Cousin, is sothing the matter?"
"Hehe, Hao, I’ve got so good stuff here; co take a look with ." He grinned and patted the seat next to him.
Zhang Hao, unable to decline, forced himself to sit next to him and saw two naked people, one white and one black, frolicking in a swimming pool on his cousin’s phone.
"Cousin, I don’t really feel like watching this right now. I want to go to sleep," he said, frowning slightly in resistance.
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