Just as Qiao Zhen turned to contact the doctor, He Zhao grabbed her arm. Qiao Zhen felt a sudden dizziness, and her position with He Zhao reversed, with He Zhao on top and her on the bottom.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Zhen asked him, tilting her head.

He Zhao smiled and kissed Qiao Zhen's forehead, nose, nose tip, and lips. "What do you think?"

Qiao Zhen pushed He Zhao away with all her might, rolled over and pinned him down. Her gaze swept over He Zhao's body, finally settling on a few inches below his abdomen. "Do you think you're in the right state today?"

Before He Zhao could object, Qiao Zhen shook her head thoughtfully, a hint of disdain on her face, and solemnly replied, "In my opinion, no."

Perhaps because no man can accept the notion of "no," He Zhao suddenly flipped over and pinned Qiao Zhen down, gritting his teeth as he said, "Whether it works or not, you'll know once you try."

Qiao Zhen opened her eyes innocently, "I know you can't do it, why did you still try?"

He Zhao was so angry that his chest heaved.

[The completion rate of the tribulation mission is -20%. Please do not cause trouble.]

ha?

Is this even possible?

Without any morals, Qiao Zhen immediately succumbed to the threat of the tribulation mission. She wrapped her arms around He Zhao's neck and offered her red lips directly, "Stop talking nonsense, I want to sleep with you!"

He Zhao's face suddenly turned bright red, and he stammered, "I...I knew you had ulterior motives towards me all along!" His eyes were glistening. "But...but...I...I'm willing!"

In an instant, all romance died.

Qiao Zhen ignored everything and rolled over to pin He Zhao down. "Whether you like it or not, you're mine today." She then ripped off her clothes.

He Zhao tilted her head back, her hands gripping the white sheet beneath her, "Mmm... Ah!"

"Gently...mmm!"

A cross popped up on Qiao Zhen's forehead. "Shut up! I haven't slept with you yet!"

He Zhao defended himself, looking aggrieved, "I was just trying to liven things up for you."

Qiao Zhen slapped him on the chest, "I almost went limp!"

A red mark slowly appeared on He Zhao's fair chest. He Zhao's cheeks turned even redder, like braised shrimp. He then said something surprising, "If I had known you liked playing these games, I would have prepared them too."

"Huh?" Qiao Zhen was completely bewildered. "What do I like?" She said rudely, "Please shut up, okay? Can't I just be slept with in peace?!"

He Zhao, like a submissive wife, uttered two words, "Yes, I can." After that, she let Qiao Zhen do as she pleased.

Qiao Zhen was not a hypocrite after all. He Zhao, the old virgin, quickly lost his virginity, but Qiao Zhen did not continue because his health was too poor.

He Zhao, however, insisted on assuring Qiao Zhen that this was the first time he had acted so quickly and urgently to regain his dignity as a man, fearing that Qiao Zhen would despise him because of it.

Qiao Zhen held his head and comforted him, "Sweetie, go to sleep. You're like this because you're sick."

Seeing that Qiao Zhen's face showed no sign of disgust or contempt, He Zhao closed his eyes, rested his head on Qiao Zhen's chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

[The tribulation mission is 100% complete. Congratulations, host. Please maintain this level of success.]

The next day, the two went to get their marriage certificate.

Real marriage certificate.

From then on, it seemed that no matter how much Qiao Zhen acted up, He Zhao would indulge her with doting eyes.

Zero? Unconditional assistance.

Bored? Drop everything and travel with her.

One evening, He Zhao leaned close to Qiao Zhen's ear and asked her bluntly, "Wife, can we sleep together tonight?"

Since that night, He Zhao has never slept with Qiao Zhen again; he has been thinking about her constantly.

Considering that his health had improved significantly recently, Qiao Zhen hesitated for only a few seconds before nodding in agreement.

What Qiao Zhen didn't expect was that He Zhao, in order to regain his virility, would take a dangerous path and take drugs! His face was flushed, his breathing was unsteady, and He Xiaozhao was rock hard.

Qiao Zhen even had the feeling that "this isn't a mission target, this is some trash that crawled out of a trash can." Her mind was a mess, and in the end, she could only ask incredulously, "He Zhao, you can't be serious, can you? What's the point of doing this?"

Looking at Qiao Zhen's extremely pale face, He Zhao belatedly realized that he had made a mistake, but as for what he had done wrong, he didn't know. "I... I just wanted to make you feel comfortable."

Qiao Zhen lifted He Zhao's chin. "Medication?" She slid her fingertips down and pinched He Xiaozhao, who trembled. "Or like this?"

He Zhao's eyes were unfocused; he didn't dare look at Qiao Zhen. "I... I won't do it again."

Qiao Zhen remained unmoved, only looking at He Zhao with icy eyes, without the slightest ripple.

"Ugh..." He Zhao blushed from the effects of the drug. "Wife, help me... help me."

Qiao Zhen pushed away He Zhao, who was clinging to her, and said, "If you dare to do this again, I won't want you anymore."

"No, I wouldn't dare..."

Qiao Zhen rolled over and pressed herself against him.

Ah, another wonderful and fulfilling night.

When Qiao Zhen woke up, He Zhao was exhausted and his face was pale.

After cleaning him up, Qiao Zhen immediately contacted a doctor to examine him.

The doctor said with a half-smile, "You're just young and impetuous after all!"

Qiao Zhen blushed instantly. Fortunately, He Zhao wasn't seriously injured, just weak and short of breath. All the tonics she had given him recently had been in vain, and they would have to start all over again!

After He Zhao woke up, he felt that he had fallen out of favor. Qiao Zhen ignored him wherever she went, and he felt extremely wronged.

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