Chapter 881: Chapter 881

"Let’s shower together! Showering is healthy!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a mischievous grin.

"Mm." Ning’er replied, her face blushing with shyness.

With that, Zhang Xiaohao pounced like a hungry tiger, scooping Ning’er into his arms and striding towards the bathroom.

Clothes scattered messily, shredded to pieces under Zhang Xiaohao’s large hands, landing onto the floor.

It seemed that every time Zhang Xiaohao got intimate, he enjoyed tearing his partner’s clothes apart.

The bathroom echoed with harmonious and melodious sounds.

Thirty-six moves, seventy-two variations, under Zhang Xiaohao’s expert touch, each one was showcased.

A low growl from Zhang Xiaohao resounded in the bathroom.

With this beast-like roar, all other sounds seemed to have come to a halt.

"Brother Xiaohao, you’re so bad! I don’t even have the strength to stand." Ning’er said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Hehe! Want to go again?" Zhang Xiaohao smirked mischievously.

"Brother Xiaohao, I really can’t right now. Can Ning’er rest for a while first?" Ning’er said weakly.

It wasn’t that she was too weak; she had always practiced yoga to keep fit. It was Zhang Xiaohao’s strength that was overwhelming, so much that she couldn’t handle him alone.

"Hehe! Then let’s resume later!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.

With that, the two picked up the showerhead and started to clean themselves.

The washing process was fragrant and alluring, accompanied by Ning’er’s shy giggles.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaohao carried Ning’er out of the bathroom.

In the luxurious presidential suite’s king-size bed.

Zhang Xiaohao held Ning’er quietly lying on the bed.

"Brother Xiaohao, thank you so much for today!" Ning’er said.

"Silly girl, you are my woman. Helping you is what I’m supposed to do." Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"Brother Xiaohao, why did you ask Zhu Molin to fetch the million?" Ning’er asked, puzzled.

"Think it over carefully, and you’ll figure it out." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"Brother Xiaohao, could it be that Fatty surnamed Long is afraid of your retaliation, so he offered a million as compensation?" Ning’er pondered for a moment and said.

Zhang Xiaohao gently tapped her on the nose with a smile. Dıscover more novels at 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded, continuing.

"From beginning to end, the strength I’ve shown, without mentioning anything else, just that emperor-level membership card alone is not something he can provoke! People like him who claw their way through society wouldn’t survive a bite from me if they couldn’t recognize that." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"No wonder that Fat Long looked like he wouldn’t rest until you accepted it! So that’s how it is!" Ning’er suddenly realized.

"What a lovely moment, let’s not talk about useless things! My dear Ning’er, here I come." Zhang Xiaohao mischievously laughed.

He suddenly pressed over amidst Ning’er’s coquettish cries.

The bed rocked, and every corner where they could spar bore their traces.

The battle finally concluded in Zhang Xiaohao’s victory.

From the bed, Ning’er’s stomach unceremoniously growled.

"Hungry?" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.

"Mm." Ning’er nodded, blushing.

"Wait here, and I’ll call in some food." Zhang Xiaohao said.

He grabbed a cigarette and walked out, wearing just his shorts.

Zhang Xiaohao had just walked out for less than a minute when his phone rang.

"Hmm? Who could be calling Brother Xiaohao at this time?" Ning’er wondered suspiciously.

She took Zhang Xiaohao’s phone out of his pocket, which showed a call from Shangguan Baiyun.

Ning’er thought for a moment and answered the call but remained silent, afraid it might be a woman, which would cause inconvenience, waiting for the other party to speak first.

"Brother Hao, where are you? Hurry over here!" A man’s voice came through the phone.

Hearing that it wasn’t a woman’s voice, Ning’er finally relaxed her grip.

"I’m Brother Xiaohao’s friend. Brother Xiaohao’s not here; he went out! When he gets back, I’ll tell him to call you back." Ning’er replied.

On the other end, Shangguan Baiyun was taken aback, looked at the sky, saw the dark night, and glanced at the phone, speechless!

Staring at the battling crowd in front of him, Shangguan Baiyun pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Oh! Never mind then, it’s not necessary."

"Mm!" Ning’er nodded and hung up the phone.

Shangguan Baiyun chuckled bitterly, putting away the phone, looking at the relentless fighting crowd ahead.

Facing the gazes of the Yellow River Three Elders.

"Brother Hao’s busy now, seems like we have to rely on ourselves!" Shangguan Baiyun said with a determined expression.

"Haha... Shangguan Baiyun, wisely hand over the treasures the Murong Family have accumulated over the years, otherwise, tonight will be the night your Murong Family disappears!" Suddenly, an arrogant laugh sounded from the front.

Immediately, over twenty figures rushed over like shooting stars...

Zhang Xiaohao pushed a small cart inside.

On the cart were a candlelight dinner, red candles, a bottle of 2011 Lafite red wine, and two heart-shaped gourmet dishes.

"Ah!" Seeing all this, Ning’er screamed in surprise.

She quickly jumped off the bed, disregarding her bare body, and dashed into Zhang Xiaohao’s arms, passionately kissing him.

Lovers alone, like a spark igniting a fuse, simply irresistible!

With Ning’er’s fiery passion, the battle reignited.

This time, the battle was brief.

Largely because Zhang Xiaohao felt for Ning’er, the fight lasted no more than half an hour before it ended.

"Silly girl, do you like it?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile.

"Brother Xiaohao, thank you!" Ning’er replied happily.

"Come, let’s eat!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

With that, the two picked up chopsticks, sipping red wine, and began dining.

Halfway through the meal, Ning’er suddenly remembered.

"By the way, Brother Xiaohao, Shangguan Baiyun just called you. I asked if he had any matter to discuss, and he said there wasn’t! But his tone was a bit weird!" Ning’er said.

"Hmm? Shangguan Baiyun? Could it be news regarding the Wind God Leg?" Zhang Xiaohao said, furrowing his brow.

He casually picked up the phone and dialed Shangguan Baiyun’s number.

The phone rang for a while, but no one answered.

"Could something have happened on Shangguan Baiyun’s side?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered, frowning.

"What’s wrong, Brother Xiaohao?" Ning’er asked.

"It’s nothing!" Zhang Xiaohao smiled.

"Brother Xiaohao, the tone was quite urgent. Maybe you should go check it out?" Ning’er suggested.