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Zhang Hao was like Zhu Bajie tasting ginseng fruit for the first time, wanting to swallow He Qianhui whole in one gulp.
"I stayed in that mountain ravine for almost a month, do you know how I've been getting by these days?"
He Qianhui wrapped her arms around Zhang Hao, clinging on for dear life.
"I know, of course I know, because I felt the same."
As the words reached Zhang Hao's ears, he could no longer control his inner desires, and his actions, rough as they were, carried a touch of tenderness.
It was like a sudden downpour in the blazing summer heat, complete with countless hailstones.
At that moment, every cell in He Qianhui's body was fully awakened. Had she not received Zhang Hao's call, she planned to return tomorrow.
But knowing that Zhang Hao was coming back tonight, it felt like she had a thousand bugs crawling in her heart.
Two bodies intertwined on the bed, turning the smooth bedsheets into a wrinkled mess.
