At this point, He Qianhui finally realized that, whether in life or work,
she could never outperform Zhang Hao, even though she might be a year or two older than him.
Now she was firmly in his grasp.
"Didn't you just say you were going to feed me down there?"
Biting her lip, He Qianhui then understood that there was more to Zhang Hao's words.
"Aren't you hungry? Cooking a bowl of noodles is quick."
"But right now I don't want Chun Min; I want you."
With a swish, he pushed the cutting board aside.
With one move, he lifted He Qianhui onto the countertop.
The hem of her nightgown was loose and easily lifted.
"Hao, don't do this."
"If I don't do this, how can I have you, or are you saying you don't want me to?"
No matter what Zhang Hao said, at that very moment, He Qianhui had no intention of resisting.
"I thought you were going to leave after you took that call."
