After finishing their meal, Guan Xiaomei stood up to say goodbye. She smiled and said she had some things to take care of and couldn't stay any longer. Wang Hu and Zhang Li nodded understandingly and watched Guan Xiaomei leave. Now, only Wang Hu and Zhang Li remained in the room, and an ambiguous atmosphere quietly filled the air.
Wang Hu tiptoed into the kitchen and saw Zhang Li standing in front of the sink, diligently washing the dishes. He crept up behind her, suddenly reached out, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Zhang Li was startled by the sudden embrace, and her hands stopped abruptly.
She complained playfully, "Oh dear, I'm washing the dishes, don't bother me!" However, Wang Hu showed no sign of letting go. Instead, he gently rested his head on Zhang Li's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You continue washing your dishes, I'll do my thing, let's not bother each other~"
As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Zhang Li's sensitive earlobe like a spring breeze, instantly causing her originally fair face to flush with a charming blush, as delicate and luscious as a ripe apple.
Wang Hu's large, powerful hands moved freely up and down inside Zhang Li's clothes, like a nimble snake. Such unrestrained behavior was far beyond the capacity of the inexperienced Zhang Li to withstand. With a sharp crash, the bowl she was holding slipped from her grasp and fell straight into the sink, splashing water everywhere. At the same time, Zhang Li's body trembled, as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed limply into Wang Hu's broad, firm embrace.
Seeing this, a sly and triumphant glint flashed in Wang Hu's eyes. He gently turned the beauty in his arms so that she was facing him. Then, he lowered his head slightly and without hesitation, captured her pink, moist, cherry-like lips with his own. Faced with this sudden kiss, Zhang Li, who was initially somewhat taken aback, quickly recovered. Her beautiful eyes gradually closed, and her hands, as if by instinct, wrapped around Wang Hu's strong neck, responding passionately.
Because she had just washed the dishes, Zhang Li's hands still had some water residue. As she tightly embraced Wang Hu's neck, the water droplets slid down her fair skin and dripped onto the back of Wang Hu's neck, causing him to gasp sharply. However, this unusual coolness did not extinguish the burning desire within him; instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making him even more excited.
Just as Wang Hu was about to tear off Zhang Li's clothes, he heard her gasp, "No...not here, let's...let's go to the room." Her voice was soft, but filled with irresistible allure. Without a word, Wang Hu scooped Zhang Li up in his arms and strode upstairs. In no time, they reached the third floor and entered the largest master bedroom.
The bedroom had clearly been recently occupied; many items were still untidy, with cardboard boxes and packages scattered everywhere, making it appear quite messy. Zhang Li deftly broke free from Wang Hu's embrace, walked to the bedside, took a snow-white sheet from a drawer, and carefully laid it flat on the bed.
When Wang Hu witnessed the scene before him, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him—a mixture of triumph and profound emotion. Just then, accompanied by Zhang Li's heart-wrenching scream of pain, a pivotal moment arrived: from this moment on, she officially completed her transformation from an innocent girl to a mature woman, and from this day forward, she was Wang Hu's woman alone!
After all, this was Zhang Li's first experience, so although Wang Hu was overjoyed, he tried his best to restrain his surging desires and did not torment her wantonly. The whole process lasted for about half an hour before it ended.
Exhausted yet filled with happiness, the two lay tightly in each other's arms on the bed, feeling the warmth and love emanating from each other's bodies. Then, Zhang Li gently nudged Wang Hu and softly said, "Darling, get up quickly and fold that white cloth." Wang Hu obediently nodded, got up, and carefully folded the white cloth neatly as Zhang Li requested. Then, Zhang Li took the white cloth to the balcony and carefully hung it on the clothes rack.
Gazing at the white cloth fluttering gently in the wind, Wang Hu suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. Ah, he'd seen this scene in TV dramas before: on the second day of their marriage, a shy bride would take out a white cloth symbolizing her chastity to air it, proving her innocence to everyone. Now, this scene was actually happening to him and Zhang Li in real life. Wang Hu felt incredibly awesome!
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