He Qianhui furrowed her eyebrows when she saw Zhang Hao holding a maroon-colored nylon rope.
"Honey, don't be like that, you know I..."
Zhang Hao casually tossed the rope aside.
"I haven't even started yet, and you're already begging for mercy. We need to stick to the script," he said.
Seeing that Zhang Hao was still in the mood to joke with her, He Qianhui stashed the rope away.
"Honey, let's switch it up tonight, anything but the rope," she suggested.
Zhang Hao pretended to look disappointed, sensing her genuine aversion to the rope.
"Well, if that's the case, I'll think of another game for us to play."
He Qianhui sighed in relief, yet her gaze remained fixed on Zhang Hao.
Taking advantage of his moment of contemplation, Qianhui took the initiative to walk over and wrap her arms around Zhang Hao's waist.
"What's with you today? Something seems off."
"When I got off work tonight, I was called over to my boss's house, and something just clicked."
