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She must have been out of her mind to have not realized something was amiss for so long.
As she thought about it, her body reacted strangely, and He Qianhui involuntarily squeezed her legs together.
Against the peach-colored nightgown, her skin looked as white as snow and as delicate as a peeled boiled egg.
"Hao, do you have any plans for today?"
Zhang Hao shook his head; he rarely had a day off and would rather sleep at home than go out.
He Qianhui turned over like a water snake and lay down.
"Then let's eat here today. Your sister-in-law will make you something delicious."
Zhang Hao looked down at his sister-in-law and said softly, "Recently, two young interns joined our department, looking fresh and juicy like grapes hanging on the vine."
Upon hearing this, He Qianhui immediately felt dissatisfied, and she sat up abruptly from Zhang Hao's embrace.
With anger on her face, she thought about her age, certain that she couldn't compare to a woman in her early twenties.