After washing up, Zhang Hao saw that she was still lying there, just like at the beginning.
A few strands of concern suddenly grew in his heart.
He helped He Qianhui sit up and then realized that she was simply exhausted.
Having satisfied his physical desires, Zhang Hao not only didn't feel tired but also felt an indescribable sense of relaxation.
There's an old saying: "There's only dead oxen, not ruined fields."
But looking at He Qianhui's current state, she didn't seem untroubled at all.
"Wife, are you feeling okay now?"
He Qianhui, who had nearly given half her life on the bed tonight, could easily grasp the teasing in Zhang Hao's words at this moment.
But it was not a time to simply admit defeat.
"I am perfectly fine. Do I look like there's something wrong with me?"
In fact, Zhang Hao had asked without thinking much about it. He also knew that He Qianhui wouldn't be impacted by just having two more rounds tonight.