Chapter 4498

What kind of trick is this? Zhao Desan thought suspiciously, then got up and went to Han Hongmei's office. "Knock, knock, knock." Zhao Desan, whose vitality had not yet recovered, didn't even have much strength to knock on the door.

"Please come in!" A loud and passionate female voice drifted out from the room.

Zhao Desan pushed the office door open with a 'creak' and slowly walked inside.

Han Hongmei, who was working at her desk, looked up and saw Zhao Desan. "Xiao Zhao, you're here," she said. As she spoke, she put down her fountain pen, her gaze becoming somewhat strange. After the passion of last night, Han Hongmei's attitude toward Zhao Desan no longer seemed to hold any of the awe one would have for a superior leader.

Seeing Han Hongmei staring at him unblinkingly, Zhao Desan muttered to himself, *What are you looking at? If I've ended up like this, isn't it all your fault? A "Big White Rabbit" is one thing, but why did you have to turn into a tigress? * Thinking about last night, Zhao Desan felt so aggrieved he was on the verge of tears.

"You..." Han Hongmei continued to stare at Zhao Desan unblinkingly, her eyes seemingly filled with confusion. She rubbed her eyes hard, as if she were hallucinating, and asked stammeringly, "Why have you become like this?"

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan gave a bitter smile and muttered to himself, "Isn't it all your fault!"

Han Hongmei didn't mind that Zhao Desan hadn't answered her. At this moment, all her attention was focused on Zhao Desan's face, and she asked softly, "Why do you have such dark circles under your eyes?"

Before Zhao Desan could answer, she continued, "Why is your face so pale, too?"

*Damn it! Isn't this all your fault? And now you're asking me what's going on? How can you make me face this! * Zhao Desan muttered in his heart, looking at Han Hongmei with a dissatisfied gaze.

Han Hongmei's alluring eyes were fixed on Zhao Desan. Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, she continued, "District Mayor Zhao, you aren't sick, are you? Do you need..."

Before Han Hongmei could continue, Zhao Desan said angrily, "I'm not sick!" As he spoke, he muttered to himself: *Do I look like I'm sick? Can't you tell that my miserable state is clearly from excessive indulgence in night life? *

Seeing Zhao Desan's dissatisfied expression, Han Hongmei paused. She hadn't expected Zhao Desan's tone to be so emotional. A charming smile rose to the corners of her mouth as she said, "Then what's wrong with you? Your face is pale, and your dark circles are so deep—you look like a giant panda!"

"Pretend, just keep pretending!" Zhao Desan looked coldly at Han Hongmei. He instinctively glanced at the office door and, finding that he had already closed it, believed no one outside could hear him. He then said sharply, "Me becoming like this—isn't it all Secretary Han's credit!" Looking at Han Hongmei's glowing, triumphant appearance, Zhao Desan felt very unbalanced. He thought to himself that he was the one exhausted and worn out in bed, yet the one who benefited most was this woman who had spread her legs and done nothing. In the end, he was listless all day today, aching all over, while Han Hongmei looked radiant and in excellent spirits. It truly lived up to the old saying: "The man is the ox, the woman is the field; there are only exhausted oxen, never a plowed-out field."

"My fault?" Han Hongmei feigned a look of confusion and asked blankly, "How is it my fault?"

"You..." Hearing Han Hongmei say this, Zhao Desan was so angry he nearly vomited blood. He glared at her fiercely and said angrily, "Secretary Han, you aren't old, so why is your memory so poor? Have you forgotten what happened last night?"

"Last night?" Han Hongmei continued to feign a blank look, murmuring to herself. She was a bit surprised because, in her view, a young and strong man like Zhao Desan shouldn't be so listless and wilted like a frost-bitten cucumber today, even if he had tossed about three or four times in one night. But she didn't know that before her, Zhao Desan had already had a round with Sun Xiaoqin.

Han Hongmei suddenly seemed to remember something. Her alluring eyes scanned Zhao Desan up and down as she said, "You mean last night's..."

Before Han Hongmei could finish her sentence, Zhao Desan nodded solemnly, because he knew what she was going to say next.

Han Hongmei got up from her desk and walked to Zhao Desan's side, examining him as if he were a rare treasure. Her jade hand gently patted Zhao Desan's shoulder, and Zhao Desan staggered back a step from her casual pat. He thought to himself, *This woman doesn't treat me like a leader at all now. Truly, after one night, she's become more and more casual! *

"How can a big man like you be so fragile?" Han Hongmei's expression turned disdainful, her pretty brows furrowed slightly, her red lips curled up, and her eyes looked at Zhao Desan with allure, her words carrying a hint of contempt.

Seeing Han Hongmei's flirtatious look, Zhao Desan was so angry he wanted to slap her. He thought, *If it weren't to satisfy you, you tigress, last night, I wouldn't be like this today! *

"Secretary Han, you..." Zhao Desan was so angry he didn't know what to say, and he was too lazy to explain to her. His heart felt like a bottle of mixed flavors—sour and bitter. He thought, *This old woman, she wouldn't turn her back and refuse to recognize me, would she? *

Seeing Zhao Desan's somewhat helpless look, Han Hongmei gave him a comforting smile: "Actually, you're not bad, kid."

Han Hongmei recalled the earth-shattering battle scene from last night, and a satisfied, charming smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. It was the most satisfying time she had had in a long time; the old men she had accompanied in the past were all focused on their own satisfaction, and she had never been satisfied herself.

"If you're not feeling well, just take the day off," Han Hongmei said gently. She knew all of this was because she had been too full of life last night. She, who had always appeared intellectual and graceful, had had her long-suppressed desires completely triggered by Zhao Desan. An intellectual woman had turned into a fierce tigress in bed, 'killing' Zhao Desan by surprise, demanding satisfaction until Zhao Desan had released himself several times in one night, almost exhausting his vitality.

Seeing that Han Hongmei was finally showing a side that cared about him, Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "It's fine, I can still hold up!" He politely declined Han Hongmei's good intentions.

"Don't push yourself. Look at how listless you are today!" Han Hongmei glanced at Zhao Desan with a hint of mockery.

Zhao Desan had originally wanted to get some comfort from Han Hongmei, but instead, he received her contemptuous mockery. Consequently, he was suddenly 'furious.' Catching Han Hongmei off guard, he performed a back-hand grapple, hugging her directly from behind, his two magic claws covering the two plump mounds on Han Hongmei's chest perfectly.

Han Hongmei let out a surprised "Ah," but didn't push him away. Instead, she suddenly stretched out a jade hand and grabbed Zhao Desan's big guy hard through his pants.

Zhao Desan hadn't expected Han Hongmei to use the 'monkey steals the peach' move. He was immediately swept away by her sudden action, and discovering her hand becoming increasingly unrestrained on his big treasure, a comfortable pleasure gradually spread from his big treasure throughout his entire body.

"Secretary Han, you..." Zhao Desan looked at Han Hongmei in disbelief. He hadn't expected her to make such an excessive move in the office? Could it be that she wanted to relive the old feelings of last night again?

Zhao Desan was actually very willing to stage an office uniform seduction in the Town Committee Secretary's office, especially since Han Hongmei was wearing a blue-green professional suit today, making her look intellectual and elegant, while at the same time exuding a charming and alluring vibe from her bones, which was full of temptation for men. However, at this moment, Zhao Desan was somewhat "overworked" and lacked the strength to match his heart. He immediately found an excuse and chuckled, "Secretary Han, this is your office, after all. It wouldn't be very good for us to do it here!"

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Han Hongmei's almond eyes widened, and she rolled them at him. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I wanted to do it with you in the office!"

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan couldn't help but be stunned. He thought, *Damn it! Then why are you grabbing my little brother! Isn't this just naked seduction! *

While thinking this, Zhao Desan smiled awkwardly and said, "Then, Secretary Han, what is this..."

Before Zhao Desan could finish, Han Hongmei looked at him with alluring eyes and said, "I just wanted to see if you had withered away? You were exhausted last night, and I was worried you would become a useless thing!"

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan nearly spat blood.

(Chapter 2435: The Exhausted Ox)!