"What are you doing, why are you poking me with that hard thing?"
Zhang Hao, who was about to fall asleep, had his breathing almost instantly become heavier upon hearing He Qianhui's words.
And he whispered into her ear, "What do you think is poking you? Don't you know yourself? Stop playing dumb with me."
He Qianhui chuckled but said nothing.
This is how it should be between the two of them; it's interesting that way. Otherwise, if everything was done by the book, how could it be fun?
He Qianhui smiled without a word, then moved her body back a bit, pressing tightly against Zhang Hao.
Not until the next morning did Zhang Hao feel a movement on his body.
In his groggy state, he felt an indescribable comfort in his lower half.
By the time he realized what was happening, He Qianhui had already aroused him.
Seeing this, Zhang Hao's eyes widened immediately.
"What are you doing..."
Ignoring all that, He Qianhui didn't care about Zhang Hao's astonishment.
