He Qianhui's pouty little face was the epitome of aggrieved, as if Zhang Hao owed her a hundred thousand yuan.
After taking the hangover remedy, Zhang Hao carried her back to the bedroom.
Back in the room, He Qianhui finally stopped making a fuss.
But her actions began to get rather unrestrained.
Dressed in her professional attire, her good figure simply couldn't be restrained by the outfit.
As her body twisted back and forth on the bed, the buttons of her white shirt seemed ready to pop open at any moment.
Though this was at home, and it wouldn't matter even if they did burst open,
Zhang Hao still tried as much as possible to prevent it.
However, his interference only intensified He Qianhui's desire to break free from the constraints.
Until at last, Zhang Hao also had to give up.
Letting her do whatever she wanted on the bed.
But in the blink of an eye, He Qianhui had already partially stripped off her clothes.
