The Colonel's Beloved Daughter

Hao Zihong deftly parked the car in a clearing in the dense forest. The campfire in the distance pierced through the sparse trees, looking almost unreal.
Jia Lu glanced at her father in the rearview mirror, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. He said he was going to see the most important person to her, yet he brought her to this place. She wondered what her father was thinking.
As if hearing her thoughts, her father turned off the interior light, took out the key, and breathed into her ear with a wicked smile, "Jia Lu, do you remember when Daddy said he wanted you to do me a favor?" His warm breath tickled her ear, making Jia Lu involuntarily shrink back.
Pushing her father away and nodding, Jia Lu was a little embarrassed, "Just say it, don't..." Before she could finish speaking, her father exerted force, pulling and lifting her onto his lap. Before she could scream or protest, something hot and hard pressed against her between her legs.
He loosened his arms around her slightly. One arm encircled her shoulders and back, while a large hand gently caressed her slender waist, sliding softly down her spine until it reached between her thighs, then back down to her waist. The movement was like teasing a fluffy kitten, careful and tender to the extreme.
"Baby... I love you... It's the love a man has for a woman... Can't you feel it?"
"Mmm... No... It's not..." Even through their clothes, 16-year-old Jialu could clearly feel the hot, hard erection between her legs.
"Then... give it to me, okay? I really want it." By the moonlight streaming in through the car window, Zihong could see her blushing little ears, and his heart softened again. Words he would never normally uttered came out so easily. "But...
but..." Jialu, who was easily swayed by soft words, had completely abandoned her previous resistance upon hearing these whispered words, almost like a lover's whisper. She didn't nod immediately, simply because she didn't know how to respond.
Her father, a colonel, couldn't understand her thoughts. Seeing her softening tone and actions, Zihong understood a bit. Patiently and carefully, he continued to coax her: "Jialu... let me love you... I've never felt this way before... Jialu baby... Jialu baby..."
As he spoke, Zihong's rough hands lifted her short skirt, his long fingers slipping under it. They moved down her thighs to her recently touched vulva, gently rubbing it through her moist panties.
"I... I'm afraid of pain..." Her voice was almost inaudible, yet it nearly made the lustful man grin from ear to ear.
"Tsk—don't be afraid... I won't hurt you!" He gave her a hard peck on her pretty, downcast face, promising it like a child who had received a rare toy, practically swearing on three fingers.
"You...you be gentle..." Jia Lu urged again, seemingly a little uneasy. Her face flushed, she looked up at Zi Hong, whose face held a faint smile, and her small, white hands slipped inside her father's open shirt.
"Okay." Such an obvious instruction was clear even to a fool, let alone Zi Hong, a ruthless character who could manipulate several powerful families.
Her father's smile deepened as he slowly unbuttoned Jia Lu's cardigan with one hand, while the other gently caressed her pink petals between her legs. Once the cardigan was off and the front of her bra was open, a pair of pure white breasts immediately came into view. Zi Hong's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head, reverently taking one breast into his mouth and gently licking it.
"Mmm..." Jia Lu moaned softly, and automatically pushed her breasts forward further, her little hands also beginning to tug at Zi Hong's shirt buttons. Her little hands softly felt her father's strong pectoral muscles, stroking them up and down with great interest. She even gave his dark red nipples a sharp tug, bringing Zihong a painful yet pleasurable stimulation.
Seemingly enjoying the erection of the two red fruits, Jialu swayed her body again, and while Zihong was lost in the softness of her breasts, she pinched his nipple hard.
"Oh—little Jialu…little baby…your little paws…" Zihong cried out in pain, about to complain about her naughtiness, but fell silent when he looked up and met her gaze.
What eyes they were! They shimmered with a hint of moisture, like two sparkling gems in the moonlight, exceptionally bright. With a single blink, all her charm seemed to emanate, truly captivating. Just her gazing at you like that was enough to ignite your desire. Not to mention, when those captivating, jewel-like eyes sparkled with desire, they could ignite even a saint, and tempt even Liu Xiahui.
Zihong felt that it must have been those eyes that had stolen his soul.
Seeing her eyes flicker, but her body no longer tense, Daddy knew he had a chance. Without a word, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his enormous penis, pulled aside her panties under her short skirt, and thrust it in.
The slightly dry passage was brutally penetrated, causing Jialu to groan uncomfortably as she pushed and shoved, "Daddy...it hurts!" She pounded on Daddy's shoulders with both hands, trying to pull away, but the steering wheel pressed against her lower back. Unable to move, her flower cave was once again attacked.
Zihong was so hopelessly gentle; he could penetrate directly. He knew Jialu would grit her teeth and accept it, but he chose to endure the agonizing wait… Jialu's hands hooked around his shoulders, and she whispered against her father's cheek,
“I'm ready. Give it to me. I want you, only you.”
Zihong's arms held Jialu tightly, so tightly it seemed he wanted to clamp her into his body, making her one with him. His voice and breath brushed against Jialu's ear: “You are mine! Forever! Only mine!”
Zihong's waist pounded into Jialu's most sensitive depths again and again, like a pile driver, the sound of their union crisp and loud, the lustful fluid flowing down her buttocks. Jialu clung tightly to her father's arm as if drowning, almost suffocating in his arms, responding to his vow with soft moans: My body… my heart… all belong to you, never to regret.
Zihong suddenly slowed down. Jialu lowered her legs, which had been numb from her father's thrusts, and seized the opportunity to rest. Unexpectedly, her father took advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration and thrust even deeper. Jialu sprang up, pressed against her father's sweaty body, feeling as if she were being pierced.
"Little vixen, do you like Daddy doing this to you?"
She glared at her father fiercely, her lips tightly pressed together, offering no verbal protest.
"You like it, don't you? You're so wet you're squeezing so tight, you're almost killing Daddy! Say 'darling, it feels so good' and let me hear it..."
His mouth was busy, and his hands didn't stop either, his waist slowly circling or gently moving in and out. Who can tell Jialu why this man's dark side suddenly popped out!?
Her father's fingers played with Jialu's clitoris, and with a smiling face, he asked in a slightly serious voice: Tell me... do you like it faster or deeper?
Jialu wanted to answer both, but she didn't want to be bedridden tomorrow.
The next morning, Zihong's desire, which had been pent up all night in her flower-like opening, began the day's work. Feeling her flower-like opening gradually secreting love fluid, his thrusting became much smoother. However, because she shyly clung to him tightly, the swelling in his groin brought a slightly more pleasurable squeezing sensation than the day before. He lifted her legs and buttocks and began a frenzied, forceful thrusting
. "Baby...you still won't admit it...you're even wetter than yesterday..." The father, panting heavily, revealed Jialu's current physical reaction during his frenzied thrusting.
"Oh—Jialu baby...are you using both mouths?" Letting her leave circles of teeth marks on his body, the father increased the speed of his thrusts, adding double entendres to his teasing to enhance the atmosphere. Her breasts,
heaving with excitement, pressed against his strong chest, making the father's body temperature rise steadily.
Glancing at Jialu's two fingers gently swirling in her mouth, Daddy's gratitude surged even more, and he thrust even faster. Leaning down, he kissed her full, delicate lips, murmuring with adoration, "Baby... my baby..."
"Oh—" After several intense thrusts, Zihong pressed down hard on Jialu's writhing body, his waist and hips tense, his engorged member spitting out all its hot, white fluid.
"Mmm... Daddy..." Gasping, Jialu slumped against Daddy, burying her face in his strong shoulder, blushing with embarrassment.
Just now, when Daddy climaxed, she had grabbed his shoulder passionately, and Daddy had steadied her with a low cry. Carefully straightening her slender waist, he touched her wet thighs that were now separated, and Daddy chuckled mischievously, "Baby, you really live up to the saying that women are made of water."
"Daddy! You still say that!" She was both ashamed and angry, wanting to punch him.
“Daddy…I want to touch you…”
“Little darling…” Hearing that affectionate “Daddy,” Zihong’s whole body went limp. He sighed, put his hand back on his chest, and gave in, “Daddy, you can touch me.”
“Daddy, that’s so nice.” With such a handsome man in front of her, his muscles well-defined but not exaggerated, his bronze skin, and his chiseled features, Jialu felt her female cells being stirred.
Seeing Zihong’s muscular physique revealed after he took off his shirt, she lost all her previous shyness and reserve. Her hands moved faster than her eyes, reaching up with her little paws and stroking him back and forth. And
she really got hooked on touching him.
Zihong was a real man who had been in the military since he was a child. His muscles bulged when he exerted himself, but they weren’t as exaggerated as a bodybuilder’s. Instead, they were just the right amount of strength and beauty. In particular, the extremely rare eight-pack abs, so clearly defined, tempted her small hand to reach up.
Her delicate hand touched each muscle, spreading smoothly down her lean, toned waist and abdomen, warm and powerful. The muscles were firm to the touch, rising and falling slightly with her breathing. Further down, she could feel the hair thickening, fully embodying the masculine scent of its owner.
So cool! So comfortable! So pleasant!
Feeling such a comfortable sensation, Jialu couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking of something. Usually, it's the lecherous who gropes the beautiful women, right? But here it was the other way around; it seemed she was also a man of lust!
"Little darling, do you like it?" Seeing her enjoying herself so much, her mouth practically stretched to her ears, Zihong let her have her way, helping her undress and remove any obstacles. Now, seeing those soft, white hands gradually touching her father's already swollen legs, Zihong was no longer in a hurry. He simply unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear, and released the throbbing beast, revealing its massive head.
"Daddy's body is so good!" With the idea of going all in, Jialu really went all out. Besides stroking Zihong's firm muscles back and forth, her little hands also occasionally kneaded her father's erect head.
The rounded hardness, smooth and slightly hot in her hands, was the first time she had ever touched a man's part so seriously, and everything seemed so new and exciting. She pinched and kneaded, playing with it with great pleasure.
"Little baby..." The vigorous Zihong couldn't resist at this moment. He panted heavily and tore open their clothes, thrusting into her body with the lustful fluids that Hongnan had just left. The warm, moist passage tightly gripped Zihong's thick, long shaft.
"So big...so deep..." Jialu pressed her body against Zihong's chest, one hand encircling his broad shoulder, the other still lingering on his muscular chest and abdomen. It wasn't that this 16-year-old girl was horny; she simply felt that most men these days had a potbelly, and a physique like her father's was truly rare. While feeling the intense thrusting of his thick member inside her, Jialu comforted herself, telling herself it wasn't lust, but Zihong's physique was just too good; not touching him to her heart's content would be a disservice.
"Little darling...do you like this?" Seeing that she still had the energy to take advantage of him, Zihong's military bearing immediately kicked in—the stronger the enemy, the stronger I become. His little darling was quite satisfied with her physique, which boosted her father's confidence, but the fact that she wasn't fully focused during their lovemaking made him slightly displeased.
Taking advantage of the moment when Jialu looked up in confusion and met her father's gaze, her half-closed, hazy, and watery eyes held an infinite allure. Zihong felt a beast of desire roaring within him, and with a fierce thrust, the blunt tip of his hot iron plunged straight into the deepest part of her flower. The unusual size, coupled with the unprecedented depth due to her own weight, sent waves of pleasure rushing to his head. Jialu
slightly opened her eyes, pressed her chest against Zihong's chest, and breathed heavily as she looked at the man whose ears were flushed red with desire. He was imposing, his resolute features and the slight furrow in his brows due to desire added to his handsomeness. The hot breath he exhaled during his thrusts, carrying a unique masculine scent, warmly enveloped her mouth and nose.
At this sight, Jialu felt her chest pound violently. This handsome and charming father was just too irresistible; how could she not like him!
"Haha—I like it…let's go faster!" Just from the boundless adoration in her eyes, Zihong knew what Jialu was thinking. He laughed heartily, pulling her slender waist tighter in his arms, his thrusts becoming increasingly fierce. He pounded into Jialu's very core, relentlessly pushing deeper.
"Ah—too deep…" This man, even his…things felt like iron, hard as he entered and exited her softest spot, making Jialu feel as if it were piercing her body, accompanied by a slight pain. The veins wrapped around the hot, throbbing shaft rubbed against her soft, tender flesh with each movement, sending shivers down her spine.
It was precisely this bittersweet sensation that deepened Jialu's desire. She wrapped her arms around her father's shoulders, and her legs, overcome with passion, tightly gripped Zihong's strong waist.
"Little darling, you're clinging so tightly, it seems you don't want it to go deep enough." Seeing her so engrossed in this lovemaking, Zihong's masculine pride was immensely satisfied. With a thrust, his thick, red penis plunged deep into her pink flesh.
"Ah—it's in—Daddy—Daddy!" A genuine scream escaped Jialu's lips. She was almost jumping up from the impact. What caused her to cry out was that her father, pressing against her clitoris, had plunged his large, blunt penis into her flower pot, forcefully opening her small cervix with the force of the impact.
Jialu felt that this opening of the deepest part of her body was like some kind of strange ritual, or perhaps an unbelievable, solemn entrustment to her.
"Good girl... little darling, you have a little mouth inside too, it feels so good." Zihong sighed comfortably, feeling the tip of his penis being sucked hard by the flower bud inside her body. The little opening, never before touched, tightly held his dragon head, sucking hard on that sensitive round hole.
"Daddy... Daddy..." The person in his arms seemed uncomfortable, twisting her small body, almost pulling the huge, hot iron that was just pulling out during his thrusts out of her vaginal opening.
Knowing she couldn't bear it any longer, and unwilling to leave, Zihong stopped thrusting. His large hands, supporting her waist and hips, kneaded and pressed in rhythm with their breathing. His huge scrotum rubbed against the petals between her delicate legs, and he lowered his head, carefully licking and kissing the pulse on the side of her beautiful neck.
It was as if he was preparing for a final sprint, or perhaps comforting her restlessness and hunger.
"Daddy...Daddy...Waaah—I want...I want..." Her body ached, yet a strange desire rose up from their most intimate point, urging Jialu to express her heartfelt longing.
But she couldn't say anything more. This man was inside her now; what else could she want? She couldn't express it.
Fortunately, Zihong understood. Because of the tightening of her vaginal opening, the gripping of her fingertips, and the urgent urgency in her words, he slightly curved his lips. His masculine pride was greatly satisfied and encouraged, and an unprecedented feeling of tenderness arose within him. Zihong whispered in a low, husky voice, "Good girl, little Jialu, my little darling, Daddy will give it to you."
With that, he no longer lingered on the deepest pleasure of sucking, but pressed his hand against her little bottom and began the final round of thrusting.
The ambiguous friction of flesh, the rapid breathing of passion, the teasing pulse, the overflowing fullness of her breasts… everything was due to Zihong's frenzied thrusting.
The petite and soft Jialu could only pause for a moment, letting her hoarse voice rest. Her small, slightly swollen, red lips opened and closed silently, trying to inhale as much oxygen as possible to soothe her lungs, which were struggling to breathe from the intense activity.
But it wasn't enough, far from enough.
The powerful, ferocious beast penetrated her body; the muscular physique she had just admired now seemed to be a sin of beauty.
This man was too fierce, too hard, too persistent, too deep… This sexual encounter was all too much for her.
Her weak little hands used all their strength, intending to punch the man who was thrusting and pounding without restraint. But instead of hitting his solid chest, her soft fists only caused her father to gasp and breathe rapidly in a frenzy.
"Ugh…no more…no more…" she whimpered almost pleadingly, feeling every nerve in her body pushed to the limit. Her hair and toes were completely burned away by her father's intense lust, leaving nothing behind.
"Yes, yes, my little darling, my sweet Jialu, you want it!" Seeing her coquettish vulnerability, her soft, sweet voice tinged with a hint of coquetry and a sexy, low huskiness, Zihong had no sense left. The usual principles of knowing when to stop were completely forgotten, overwhelmed by the excitement she brought to her father.
He thrust relentlessly, with the unwavering strength of a warrior on the battlefield, until his still slightly complaining little darling collapsed limply into his arms.
Holding her unconscious body tightly, he thrust again with a frenzied frenzy, finally releasing his pent-up, hot fluid. Her cervix, scalded by the heat, contracted and sucked, offering even more pleasure to the man at the peak of his desire.
In the moonlight, her small, pretty face, slightly damp with sweat, and her eyes tightly closed in her unconsciousness, revealed a pitiful beauty.
“My little darling…” He sighed, gently stroking her gradually regaining her rosy cheeks. Zi Hong's lips curled into a slight smile as he leaned in for another soft kiss.
He savored her sweetness while pondering the charms of this little girl.
Her small, soft body was smooth to the touch, like waxed silk, both smooth and soft, with a touch of tenderness. His heart seemed to be completely captivated by this gentle woman; his usual ruthless military might had vanished entirely. It truly lived up to the saying—"Steel tempered a hundred times can be softened by a finger!"
“Mmm…uh-uh—” Perhaps it was the man's strength, or perhaps she had recovered from her nap, but Jia Lu opened her eyes with a soft moan.
“My little darling is awake?” Zi Hong asked softly in a low, husky voice, his elbows bent, his lower body pressed against her soft belly.
Blinking, pursing her lips, and carefully shifting her slightly tired legs after their lovemaking, Jialu remained silent, trying to avoid the aggressive man pressing down on her.
"Little darling... are you trying to seduce me with those flirtatious glances?" Seemingly displeased with her evasiveness, Zihong suddenly lifted one of her fair thighs, and with the lingering, cloudy fluids, thrust into her again. Satisfied to see her timid little face instantly flush red, his masculine energy transformed into power, and he continued thrusting and penetrating relentlessly for a while.
Finally, after Zihong had released once more, Jialu, so exhausted she could barely lift a finger and felt sleepy even blinking, was held tightly in his broad embrace and kissed tenderly for a long time.
When she woke up, her back aching, Jialu saw her father's handsome face.
Thinking of the morning's madness, she angrily pinched the man with the straight nose, pulled the sheet over herself, picked at her sleep, and wobbled out of bed.
She opened the nearest door—sorry, not the bathroom, but the walk-in closet.
Rows of men's clothing were neatly arranged on hangers, hanging haphazardly. Seeing the military uniforms and camouflage in the prominent spots, Jialu knew whose room this was.
Frustrated, she kicked one of the military caps, pleased to see it completely flattened.
Looking at the neatly arranged clothes, and remembering the infuriatingly energetic man from last night, she felt another surge of annoyance. She reached out and haphazardly tore the clothes apart, scattering many on the floor like a locust plague.
Then, she grabbed a decent-looking cotton shirt, chuckled, and ran away.
Finding the bathroom behind another door, I hastily washed my face with soap. No toothbrush… thinking about how much saliva I'd swallowed during our passionate kiss, I borrowed it without a second thought.
Throwing away the sheets, I slipped on a shirt several sizes too big, opened the door, and saw a naked, handsome man standing by the door.
Quite early in the morning, how sensual!
Naturally, another round of frenzied lovemaking ensued, until the sun was setting and evening was approaching.
My stomach was growling with hunger, but the kitchen was empty except for water. Oh, and there were a few bottles of Budweiser and some ice in the fridge.
Holding a glass, I gulped down several glasses of water, went to the bathroom several times, and thoroughly searched the room. Finally, I heard the key ringing at the door.
Excitedly, I ran over, and Zihong, dressed in military uniform, entered. Many curses and swears vanished the moment they met those fierce eyes. Awkwardly tugging at her clothes, Jia Lu lowered her head and fell silent.
Seeing her pitiful little face, Zi Hong chuckled.
He closed the door behind him, casually tossed several bags onto the shoe cabinet, put his arm around Jia Lu's small waist, and whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, "Little darling, were you waiting anxiously? Are you hungry?"
"Hungry." Jia Lu looked up, almost drowning in those eyes, and nodded obediently, showing none of her former arrogance, acting like a child.
"Sweetie, have some snacks first, then we'll go out for a nice meal after you change." He affectionately pecked her nose, then gently lifted Jia Lu to the sofa nearby. Then, from the pile of shopping bags that had somehow appeared, Daddy pulled out several delicate pastries and a cup of yogurt, feeding them to her surprised little mouth. "Little darling, weren't you hungry? I heard you love yogurt with this shop's tiramisu, why didn't you say anything?"
He worriedly placed his large hand on her forehead, and after confirming her temperature was normal, he checked her all over, but still found nothing.
Scratching his head, as if suddenly remembering something, Zihong asked in a deep voice, "Little darling, is it your period?"
"You..." Jialu, who had just been in a daze, came back to her senses upon hearing this, her face flushed, and the words she wanted to say were cut off by that tense, cool face. "What did you say! I, I'm just extremely hungry, I don't want anything too sweet." She casually made up an excuse to get rid of Daddy, opened her mouth and took a big bite out of the tiramisu, imagining it was Daddy's firm muscles.
"Sweetie, eat a little something to tide you over. What do you want to eat later? Daddy will take you." Seeing her speak, Zihong finally relaxed. Having never had this kind of interaction with his daughter before, he only knew how to shower her with affection.
"Okay." Hearing the word "Daddy," Jialu's haughty demeanor vanished instantly. Thinking of last night's madness, her little face flushed involuntarily. She obediently ate the small piece of cake from Zihong's large hand, drank a few sips of yogurt, and then slowly said, "Daddy, I don't want to eat anymore."
Without replying, Zihong stared intently at the crown of her head where she looked down at him, his heart tightening.
Why was this little darling suddenly so distant from Daddy?
Had Daddy done something wrong?
Or…did she regret what happened yesterday?
Thinking this, a dull pain seemed to spread through his chest. Zihong pulled Jialu tightly into his arms.
His thick brows furrowed, Zihong thought bitterly, "What should I do with her?"
"Daddy?" Why did the world suddenly turn so somber and sorrowful? Jia Lu was puzzled.
"Jia Lu, do you regret it?" Burying his head on her neck and shoulder, Zi Hong almost gritted his teeth as he voiced his guess. This was the first time in nearly thirty-five years that he had felt such deep emotion, and the object of his affection was none other than his own daughter. For the first time, Daddy felt an overwhelming fear.
A woman he had found so rarely, a woman who had moved him so deeply, yet he was completely unable to control her. "Jia Lu, Daddy isn't good with sweet words, but please believe me, the first time I saw your eyes, I was already hopelessly in love. Even if you regret it... I won't let go."
With that, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, as if trying to meld her into
his body. "Daddy... Daddy... it hurts..." The sudden confession was a little domineering, but unusually sincere. Being needed so much by a man, Jia Lu felt a little proud. However, Daddy's passionate embrace was a bit too much for her small frame.
"My little darling, you really are..." Hearing the sweet, coquettish call, Zihong was completely speechless. His earlier anxiety vanished with that one coquettish word. Since he wasn't planning to let go anyway, he might as well pamper and spoil her, making her unable to leave him.
Thinking this, Zihong felt a sudden sense of relief and couldn't help but smile. Unable to leave, huh? For the first time, he felt this feeling was quite nice, even better than getting a promotion.
The more he smiled, the deeper his smile grew, his usually stern brows softening. His heroic spirit carried a comforting warmth, like the first wave of thawing ice in spring.
"Daddy, you look so handsome when you smile..." Jialu, who had just been bullied, was now completely captivated by him, her lustful little paws automatically pawing at his chest.
"Little girl..." While Daddy was agonizing over this, this lustful girl was oblivious, completely absorbed in admiring the handsome man. Fortunately, she was also somewhat infatuated with her father's looks and physique. Using her beauty was a tactic, and Zihong, comforted by Jialu, felt that his actions weren't entirely unbecoming of a man.
With this understanding, his eyes gained even more color.
The little paws on his chest had already started unbuttoning his shirt, so why should he be polite?
He half-heartedly helped her remove his shirt, and was pleased to see her large, watery eyes filled with admiration and wonder.
"Do you like it? Feel free to pounce on me." Playfully, he half-lay down, pulling her to his chest, gently nibbling at her round little ear, using all his charm to tease her.
"I like it!" With his general in command, the result was naturally pleasing. After a loud response, the little girl pounced on him, caressing and nibbling at his strong chest and handsome face.
The beauty being "teased" smiled, indulgently helping the little vixen, letting her touch, rub, and nibble on his face and body.
The battle intensified, the vixen's hairy hands thoroughly exploring the man's well-developed muscles, her little mouth not forgetting to pout and peck back and forth like a lecherous wolf in a movie.
Seeing Jialu's slender fingers lingering over the well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, set against the bronze-colored body, was incredibly alluring.
Such a beautiful scene, overflowing with desire, finally succumbed to Zihong
's incredible stamina. His Adam's apple bobbed as he returned her kiss. Taking advantage of her momentary daze, he flipped her over and tackled her onto the long-haired rug beside the sofa.
"Ouch!" Caught off guard, Jialu's head hit the sofa leg as she fell onto the rug. Always afraid of pain, her lust quickly turned into anger. She smacked her lips twice, both in pain and resentment, and then burst into tears.
"Oh—it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Now, having failed in his attempt, Zihong's burning desire subsided, replaced by tenderness and affection. He scooped up Jialu's petite body, sat her back on the sofa, and gently rubbed the spot where she had bumped herself with his large hand, his thin lips even giving her a few apologetic kisses on the forehead.
"I haven't practiced Iron Head Kung Fu! Of course it hurts! You try bumping yourself!" She stubbornly reached out and scratched Zihong repeatedly. Jialu was now completely displaying her spoiled nature, like a cat with its fur standing on end, completely disregarding her image.
"Little darling, sweetie, Daddy feels sorry for you, don't you feel sorry for Daddy?" Seeing her adorably clinging to him in his arms, Zihong's heart instantly softened. Knowing the little girl had lowered her guard, it was the perfect opportunity for Daddy to launch a counterattack. How could a seasoned and valiant father, well-versed in military strategy, miss such a chance?
A tender side?!
Blinking, Jialu was about to continue her act
of childishness when she saw Zihong's straight nose so close, and a plan suddenly formed in her mind. With a "humph," she grabbed the unsuspecting Zihong and gave her father a hard bite on the tip of his nose. Seeing her father wince in pain but dare not pull away, her annoyance vanished, and she happily let go.
"Little wildcat... not angry anymore?" Zihong, both amused and exasperated, looked at Jialu's brightened face, and all his remaining displeasure disappeared. Well, this little darling's bites don't hurt too much; let her be happy.
"No! Daddy still wants to buy me clothes! Treat me to a big meal!" Pouting, Jialu couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at the bright red teeth mark on Zihong's nose. Her hand, which had reached out to him, secretly pinched the man's nipple. Overjoyed to see her father's furrowed brow and helpless expression, she quickly jumped down, rummaged through the pocket he had just brought back, and pulled out a simple set of women's clothing to put on.
At this moment, Zihong finally snapped out of his adorable dazedness, shook his head, got up, straightened his clothes, and, with his arm around her slender waist, walked towards the door.
Well, the little darling was hungry, and so was Daddy.
But Daddy could only satisfy his hunger after she was full.

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