She had barely entered the bedroom when He Qianhui was tossed onto the bed by Zhang Hao, luckily landing on a rather soft mattress.
If it had been a hard plank bed beneath her, He Qianhui would have been thrown until she saw stars.
She had no idea what was going on when Zhang Hao pinned her down.
"What's the matter with you, have you encountered something at the hospital that got your blood boiling?"
In response to He Qianhui's confusion, Zhang Hao didn't utter a word.
He simply proved with his actions that he really needed it right now.
But at this moment, He Qianhui didn't feel such a strong need.
Having finally pushed him away, she adopted a stern expression.
Holding Zhang Hao's face, "What's gotten into you today? You've never behaved like this before."
"If you don't explain yourself clearly, forget about touching me."
With the arrow on the bow, he had to shoot, and Zhang Hao's movements became bolder.
It seemed he wanted to kindle her desire first.
