Chapter 1218

"Ha!" Zhao Desan laughed uncontrollably.

"What are you laughing at? Did I hit the nail on the head?" He Liping glanced at him triumphantly.

"Sister He, come over here, let's have a good chat," Zhao Desan said, ignoring her question and patting the spot beside him.

He Liping shot him an annoyed glare, but she stood up and walked over, sitting down beside him. "I know exactly what's on your mind, you brat! You just want to take advantage of me!"

"Since you know my intentions, Sister He, why did you agree to come over? Aren't you walking right into the tiger's den?" Zhao Desan asked with a devilish grin, his hand immediately and stealthily reaching out to wrap around her thigh, gently caressing it.

"Dog paws!" He Liping slapped his hand hard, but it landed squarely on the wound he had gotten from the door latch earlier. Although it wasn't bleeding like it had been when she bit him that morning, the wound was still fresh, and a piercing pain immediately spread from his fingertip through his entire body. Zhao Desan sat up abruptly, clutching his injured finger, frowning, and let out an "Ouch!"

"Still acting!" He Liping thought he was putting on a show and didn't take it seriously. But after a while, seeing him still clutching his finger with a pained expression, she realized she had actually hurt him. She turned around, reached out to grab his injured finger, and asked with concern, "Come here, let Sister He see if it's broken."

Zhao Desan groaned a few times and said, "It's not broken."

"If it's not broken, why are you yelling? You're not like a man at all. You can't even take this little bit of pain and you want to fight with the old man! Honestly!" He Liping threw his hand aside and said sarcastically.

This remark from He Liping instantly ignited Zhao Desan's fearless spirit. He immediately puffed out his chest and said, "Sister He, whether I, Comrade Xiao Zhao, am a man or not isn't something you say—it's something you prove!"

He Liping was amused by his stubborn, brute-force attitude and let out a silvery, bell-like laugh. Her eyes, which always radiated a provocative charm, narrowed into slits, and her smile looked particularly intoxicating. While laughing, she said, "Prove it? You're just a tiny clerk in the Planning Division right now. What achievements have you made?"

This condescending remark from He Liping further fueled Zhao Desan's soaring fighting spirit. It made him grit his back teeth, pat his chest, and say, "Sister He, don't look down on people. If you don't believe me, just wait and see. Within a month, I will also be a leader!"

He Liping widened her crystal-clear eyes, raised her eyebrows, and looked at him in surprise, laughing with a hint of mockery. "You'll be a leader within a month? Who do you think you are?"

He Liping's condescending attitude made Zhao Desan a bit angry. He sneered and said bluntly, "Sister He, to tell you the truth, someone will soon be promoted to Deputy Director of the Planning Division. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

When saying this, Zhao Desan appeared confident and determined, unaware that Zheng Tulu already held leverage over him and was forcing him to withdraw from the competition. Zheng Tulu had told He Liping about his plan on her first day in office, so when she heard Zhao Desan mention this, she didn't look surprised at all. She just hummed with disdain and said, "Even if someone is promoted to Deputy Director of the Planning Division, why are you so sure it will be you? You're being way too confident!"

He Liping's disdain didn't anger Zhao Desan; on the contrary, the more she doubted him, the more triumphant he felt. He chuckled unhurriedly and said, "Sister He, I know you don't believe me. How about we make a bet?"

"Fine, let's bet." He Liping already knew the final outcome, so she agreed to his bet without hesitation and asked, "Go ahead, how do we bet? What are we betting on?"

"Bet on the other person 'biting'," Zhao Desan said with a devilish grin.

"'Biting'?" He Liping couldn't grasp the meaning of the word for a moment and looked at him, bewildered. "Biting what?"

"Bite the words, read them by separating the left and right sides," Zhao Desan reminded him with a wicked smile.

He Liping raised her eyebrows, thought about it carefully, and immediately realized what he meant. She straightened her face, glared at him sternly, and said, "You brat, your head is full of these things!"

Zhao Desan raised his eyebrows triumphantly and asked, "What? Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, what's there to be afraid of!" He Liping said without hesitation.

The two slapped hands to seal the bet. Zhao Desan, confident and grinning wickedly, said, "Sister He, just wait for the time to 'bite' for me!"

He Liping shot him a disdainful glare and said in a provocative tone, "It's not certain who will be biting for whom!"

Zhao Desan thought to himself triumphantly that regardless of who won the bet, whether He Liping bit for him or he bit for He Liping, he would be the one enjoying it anyway. Besides, Zhao Desan felt he was already destined to win. So, he chuckled, quietly reached out to wrap his arm around He Liping's slender, soft waist, and said wickedly, "Sister He, I can't wait for you to 'bite' for me when the time comes!"

"Does your hand not hurt anymore?" He Liping looked down at his hand on her waist, looked up with a dark face, and asked, making a gesture to hit him again.

Seeing He Liping's posture, Zhao Desan immediately pulled his hand back with a 'whoosh' and said, "Sister He, you want to hit me again?"

He Liping was just trying to scare him, but she really did startle him. She let out another string of silvery, bell-like laughs, pointed at him, and mocked him with a hint of sarcasm: "Look at you, you coward! You're so timid you don't look like a man at all!"

He Liping repeatedly mocked Zhao Desan for not being a man, which provoked him. He stood up with a 'whoosh', puffed out his chest, and retorted, "Sister He, I, Comrade Xiao Zhao, am 1.85 meters tall when I stand up. How am I not a man?"

He Liping looked at his flustered appearance, his solid chest muscles heaving, radiating an incredibly charming masculine appeal, yet she deliberately teased him with contempt: "You say you're a man? How can you prove you're a man?"

Provoked to the point of desperation, Zhao Desan said, "Proving I'm a man isn't simple!" As he spoke, he ripped off the bath towel wrapped around his lower body, stood before her stark naked, puffed out his chest, put his hands on his hips, shook his legs, and looked at her triumphantly, asking, "Sister He, how about it? Does this count as being a man?"

This was the first time He Liping truly appreciated the sheer size of Zhao Desan's "colossal object." She saw that even in a flaccid state, it was still frighteningly large. Her eyes widened like a bull's, her mouth hung open, and she not only shuddered slightly but also swallowed hard. She couldn't believe that something this large had entered her body that afternoon. No wonder she had felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, feeling her body suddenly filled to the brim, incredibly fulfilled—it was all because of this big guy. After appreciating Zhao Desan's pride and joy, He Liping feigned composure and raised her head, though her face was already flushed from surprise and excitement. She raised her eyebrows and said, "So what? Does being big down there make you a man? Didn't you say a man is proven by actions, not words? Does letting me look at it prove you're a man?" He Liping had intended to counterattack, but she ended up saying something easily misunderstood.

Sure enough, Zhao Desan misinterpreted her words, thinking she was deliberately teasing him. He grinned wickedly and said, "Today, I'll show you, Sister He, so you'll know whether I'm a man or not. I'm not just a man; I'm a very capable man!" He emphasized the word "capable" with extra force. After speaking, he placed his hands on He Liping's shoulders and pressed her toward the bed. Perhaps it was Zhao Desan's massive frame, or perhaps He Liping felt a craving after seeing his big guy, but under his gentle pressure, her body fell onto the bed. Zhao Desan pressed her down without any effort, and his mouth deeply imprinted onto her hot, fragrant lips...

Zhao Desan had figured out He Liping's weak points and hypocrisy, and step by step, he initiated the warm-up before the final battle. He teased He Liping's excitement points bit by bit, peeling away her last shred of shyness layer by layer. Before long, He Liping couldn't help but let out a sound from her nose. ===== CHAPTER 1219 =====