"Hao, don't do this."
"What's the matter? I'm just holding you," he said.
"But your hands are really naughty. You might get burned by the pot in a moment."
Zhang Hao's hands were exploring up and down as He Qianhui's body was already soft.
As for the fuller parts, there was no need to say more; even through clothes, the feel was very good.
"Every time you go on a business trip, I have to become a monk. I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well at night, so you have to compensate me properly today," Zhang Hao said.
"Compensate for what? Ever since I've been with you, I haven't had a day or night of rest."
"I used to be frustrated, and now I'm afraid to come home," He Qianhui complained.
Zhang Hao couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
"What's the matter? Are you saying you don't need me anymore? Have you forgotten how wild and wanton you were in bed? And now you are complaining about me."
He Qianhui certainly didn't mean that.
