Chapter 4 Sharing a Bed

Zhang Hao had just glimpsed the spring scenery beneath He Qianhui's clothing in the room, and had spoken with Liu Gang outside about bearing him a child. Now, meeting face to face, his feelings were still very complex.

He Qianhui, acting as if she hadn't seen Liu Gang, went straight up to Zhang Hao and started to fuss over him affectionately. Her brows were tender, her tone nowhere near as sharp as when she had been arguing with Liu Gang, her voice soft. Her two huge breasts squeezed out a deep cleavage, dazzlingly swaying in front of him, "Hao, do you want some rib soup now that you're back?"

Zhang Hao was stunned and glanced back at Liu Gang, "I, I ..."

"When you're asked a question, just answer it." Liu Gang was very pleased, wishing he could strip his wife naked right then and have her get into bed with Zhang Hao to conceive a child.

"Then, then I'll have some..." Zhang Hao swallowed, as he was already hungry.

Receiving an affirmative response, He Qianhui, swaying her perked-up hips, went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of rib soup, placing it directly on the dining table. She propped her chin with her hand and looked at him seductively, "Drink up, the temperature is just right."

Zhang Hao hurriedly picked up the bowl and guzzled down the soup.

When he saw the corn in the bowl, he paused for two seconds, but then saw He Qianhui, propping her chin and looking at him from across the table.

Her neckline, because she was leaning on the table, was wide open, revealing the spring view of her chest.

Remembering that his sister-in-law hadn't worn a bra beneath her bathrobe, he only glanced once before hurriedly averting his gaze.

Liu Gang, seeing his wife's flirtatious appearance, felt as if a weight had been lifted off his heart, "I'm going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight, Hao, you sleep with Qianhui in my bed."

"Okay, husband," He Qianhui nodded very obediently.

Once Liu Gang had left, the awkward one was Zhang Hao. He now dared not let his gaze wander and sat straight as a rod at the dining table.

As the door to the small room closed, He Qianhui adjusted her bathrobe over her chest, looking at the stiff-faced Zhang Hao in front of her.

"Finished drinking?"

"Finished."

"Let's go, time to sleep."

"No..." Zhang Hao was about to refuse when a pair of soft, smooth hands pulled him up.

Her body pressed tightly against Zhang Hao, a soft sensation transmitting through his arms, his nose filled with the fragrance of He Qianhui.

Being a normal man, he immediately felt aroused by her seduction, his little brother below standing tall, a throbbing pain emanating from his loins.

Zhang Hao's face flushed red, his body burning with heat as he was pulled into the room,

He Qianhui sat on the edge of the bed, watching the man before her looking uneasy.

She slightly raised her eyebrows, leaned in closer, and started to stroke Zhang Hao's thigh with her hand, "Oh? Does your sister-in-law's charm affect you so much?"

"Ah?" Zhang Hao's mind went blank, staring dumbfounded at the seductive scene in front of him, only to see her suddenly get up, the heat beneath him suddenly grasped by a small hand, squeezing him so it was both swollen and uncomfortable, making him want to release it from his pants immediately.

"Still playing dumb?" He Qianhui looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "What did your cousin tell you? You show up here pitching a little tent—is it that you, boy, always pretend on the outside but actually have always wanted to get into bed with your sister-in-law?"

"I haven't." Zhang Hao quickly waved his hands, "Sister-in-law, you're too beautiful, I can't control myself..."

He was serious, and He Qianhui was quite moved, "Knowing that your sister-in-law is beautiful, is that why you accepted your cousin's request?"

"I haven't," Zhang Hao waved his hands repeatedly, too scared to agree.

"Humph, I don't believe you."

She squeezed with her hand again, nodded in satisfaction, "It does seem quite large."

Holding the hot thing in her hand, He Qianhui's thoughts stirred again and again, but looking into Zhang Hao's clear eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

How could Zhang Hao dare to object? Caught between husband and wife, he couldn't refuse either, simply going along with whatever she said.

"You're quite obedient." He Qianhui nodded and lay down on the bed first.

She patted the empty space next to her, saying to Zhang Hao, "Sleep on this side."

He lay down awkwardly, not even undressing.

"Strip." The contempt in He Qianhui's voice rang out.

Zhang Hao quickly stripped off his clothes, curling up on one side and shivering.