Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Lin Yingchun’s Resolve

The air suddenly fell silent.

Sun Zhe looked at the stunning beauty before him, completely embarrassed. He wished he could find a hole in the ground to hide in.

I thought I was the only one left in the dorm! The three campus beauties all went to class, so I dared to come out naked to throw away the trash. But I never expected Lin Yingchun hadn’t left yet! What the hell is this... I get caught red-handed just for taking out the trash!

Sun Zhe was mortified; he felt too ashamed to face anyone.

Just then, Lin Yingchun spoke. ”Witch Master, why did you come out without any clothes on?”

Her face was a mask of indifference, her gaze as aloof as ever, but her blushing cheeks betrayed her composure.

Sun Zhe snapped back to reality and smiled awkwardly. ”Sorry... my clothes were all wet. Qiaoqiao washed them for me, but they haven’t dried yet.”

With that, he turned to run back to his room.

Unexpectedly, the sudden movement aggravated his internal injuries. A heart-piercing pain surged through him, inside and out!

His vision went black. He couldn’t help but cry out, stumbling and collapsing to the ground.

Seeing this, Lin Yingchun’s beautiful eyes widened. Forgetting that he was stark naked, she rushed to his side to help him up. ”Witch Master, are you okay?”

”Uh... I’m fine.” Sun Zhe’s face was pale as he forced a smile, his body trembling from the pain.

Lin Yingchun’s tone carried a hint of reproach. ”Honestly, you know you’re still injured—and that it’s your meridians. Why would you move so violently?”

Sun Zhe gave a bitter smile. ”I was in too much of a hurry... I wasn’t thinking.”

A hint of helplessness crept into Lin Yingchun’s eyes. ”What’s the rush? It’s not like I’m going to eat you.”

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After a moment, Lin Yingchun carefully helped Sun Zhe lie down on the bed. ”Your injuries haven’t healed. You need to be more careful from now on.”

Sun Zhe nodded, his voice weak. ”Sorry to trouble you, Yingchun.”

He felt as if every meridian in his body was about to snap. The pain was even worse than the aftermath of Gu Lingxue’s Yang Transformation Technique. If he weren’t trying to maintain his composure in front of Lin Yingchun, he would have screamed his lungs out. The pain... it was excruciating!

Lin Yingchun sat on the edge of the bed and used a tissue to wipe the sweat that beaded on his forehead from the pain. A wave of guilt washed over her.

If I hadn’t seen him, he wouldn’t have rushed back to his room. And if he hadn’t rushed, his injuries wouldn’t have flared up.

Sun Zhe took a deep, pained breath. ”Yingchun, you should go to class... I’m really fine. I just need to lie down for a bit.”

But Lin Yingchun retorted, ”You call this fine? Witch Master, I know your injuries are serious. After all, you were hit with the Bone-Breaking Palm. And you only ran because of me... If Teacher finds out, she’ll definitely blame me.”

”Don’t worry, I’m really okay,” Sun Zhe insisted. ”And I won’t tell her. You should go to class.”

However, Lin Yingchun seemed not to hear him. She looked up at Sun Zhe, her lips pursed. Having suddenly made a decision, she got up and walked away.

On the bed, watching her leave, Sun Zhe felt a pang of reluctance. That miniskirt and those black stockings... I could look at them forever.

But then, to his surprise, Lin Yingchun closed the door, locked it from the inside, and walked back to the bed. She stood there, her face a deep crimson, looking at him as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Sun Zhe was stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. ”Yingchun, what are you...”

Lin Yingchun said nothing. She didn’t even look at him as she put down her bag. She began to slowly pull her shirt from where it was tucked into her JK skirt, then slipped off her blazer.

Watching her wordlessly undress, Sun Zhe’s heart began to pound. What is this campus beauty planning to do?

With a shy glance at him, Lin Yingchun reached up to loosen her bow tie before unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. Soon, the shirt was off.

A pure white, tight-fitting camisole clung to her firm, full bust, creating an alluring curve. Around her slender, graspable waist, the sheer black pantyhose rose above the waistband of her skirt, stretching all the way to her navel.

Looking at the fragrant, captivating beauty before him, Sun Zhe gulped hard. His manhood suddenly lost control, rising at a visible rate. As the Yang Qi surged through his body, the pain began to fade, as if he’d been given an anesthetic. Right now, he desperately wanted to ask her what she was doing, but for some reason, he couldn’t muster the courage. Besides, he didn’t need to ask. He could already guess. She had locked the door and was now willingly undressing... what else could it mean?

Lin Yingchun covered her chest with one hand. She glanced down at the large member pointing toward the ceiling, and her face turned an even deeper shade of red, like a ripe apple.

”Witch Master... I... I don’t really know how.” Her moist lips barely moved, her voice a whisper. Although she had peeked many times before, she had never seen the whole process. She didn’t know the specifics.

His eyes burning, Sun Zhe gritted his teeth against the pain and sat up.

Lin Yingchun met his gaze. As if they shared the same thought, she slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Twisting at the waist, she placed her slender hands on his shoulders.

Sun Zhe’s own hand came to rest on her slim waist. ”Yingchun, are you sure about this?”

In truth, he already had a good idea of what was happening. Lin Yingchun had decided to help him heal. Lin Shuqing had told him about her before. Lin Yingchun’s Jade Yin Constitution was a physique created specifically to complement the Pure Yang Holy Body. In ancient times, the Palace Masters of the Jiewu Palace would cultivate those with a Jade Yin Constitution specifically to offer them to the Witch Master as cultivation furnaces. In that era, women with the Jade Yin Constitution had no freedom; their fate was sealed from birth. Only in modern times, with less feudal ways of thinking, had the current Palace Master, Lin Shuqing, stopped paying much heed to the old rules left by their ancestors.

Faced with his question, Lin Yingchun simply lowered her head, silent. At this point, words are meaningless.

”Witch Master, let’s begin,” she said, her voice firming as she met his gaze again. ”Let’s get your healing over with. I still have to get to class.”

Sun Zhe stared at the breathtaking face so close to his. His gaze burned even hotter. Without another thought, he leaned in to kiss her rosy lips.

As if resigning herself to her fate, Lin Yingchun slowly closed her eyes, her delicate tongue peeking out, half-inviting, half-hesitant.

Soon, their tongues were gently intertwined. The building passion erupted like a flash flood, sweeping over them in both body and soul.

As his Yang Qi churned, Sun Zhe’s mind went blank, all other thoughts forgotten.

In the heat of the kiss, his hand found her breast, caressing its fullness through the soft fabric of her camisole.

She let out a soft whimper, her body going limp as she collapsed weakly into his embrace.

Sun Zhe held her as they lay back on the bed, then he gently rolled over, pressing his body beneath hers.

After a long, passionate kiss, an almost breathless Lin Yingchun pushed his face away. She looked at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes and asked, ”Witch Master, will it hurt a lot the first time?”

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