Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Perhaps because he was in a hurry to get to the airport and feeling anxious, Sun Zhe finished quickly this time. He stood at the edge of the bed with his legs apart, while Su Qingli knelt before him on the mattress like a docile kitten. As the saying goes, when a man and a woman work together, efficiency doubles. In just over ten minutes, Su Qingli had successfully drunk her fill of fresh, warm milk. The two of them then tidied up in a hurry and left.

* * *

「At the airport entrance.」

Su Qingli completely ignored the passersby, rising onto her tiptoes to give Sun Zhe a peck on the cheek. She grabbed his hand and said, ”I booked a first-class ticket for you, and everything in Xiong City has been arranged. Someone will pick you up when you land, and he’ll take you to Celestial Prison Mountain.”

”Got it, Qingli.”

”Sun Zhe!” Su Qingli called out.

”Hmm?”

”You and Nanzhi both have to come back safely.”

Sun Zhe squeezed her shoulder. ”Don’t worry, Qingli. I promise.”

Su Qingli waved her slender hand at him, smiling. ”Well, I’m going to head back now. I need to catch up on my beauty sleep.”

Sun Zhe gave her a meaningful look and said suddenly, ”By the way, Qingli, I should remind you of something.”

”Remind me of what?”

”Remember to brush your teeth when you get back. Your breath has a... fishy smell.”

Hearing this, Su Qingli covered her mouth and giggled flirtatiously. Far from acting shy like a typical young woman, she bantered back, ”Well, that just proves how ’truly fishy’ my feelings for you are, doesn’t it?”

Sun Zhe shook his head with a smile. ”Qingli, you really are something else.”

”How so?”

”You’re steamier than boiling water.”

”And do you like it?”

Sun Zhe suddenly turned and walked toward the terminal. ”That’s a question for my little brother,” he said over his shoulder.

Watching Sun Zhe’s departing figure, the smile on Su Qingli’s face slowly faded, replaced by deep worry. ”Sun Zhe, you have to come back safely!”

* * *

Following the flight attendant’s directions, Sun Zhe found his seat in the first-class cabin. He fastened his seatbelt, fully reclined his seat, turned on the massage function, and then draped a magazine over his face to block out the light. He was asleep in seconds.

He hadn’t slept well after fighting for most of the previous night, and on top of that, he had been completely drained again this morning. He was utterly exhausted.

An unknown amount of time passed. In a daze between sleep and wakefulness, Sun Zhe suddenly heard a woman talking in the seat next to him. It was the voice of a mature, sophisticated woman. But what really caught his attention was that the voice was very familiar. He even caught a whiff of a familiar perfume.

Damn! His heart sank, and his drowsiness vanished as a sudden suspicion formed in his mind. That voice... could it be that bitch Han Xinyue?

Holding onto this suspicion, he carefully lifted the magazine from his face and peeked to the side. What he saw gave him a jolt. Just as he’d suspected, it really was Han Xinyue.

He then turned to look at his other side, and his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t just Han Xinyue—Yao Rao was there too!

Han Xinyue was on the phone, and Yao Rao was resting with her eyes closed. Neither woman had noticed him.

What the hell... Why are they both here? And what a coincidence, on the same flight, even in the same damn cabin. To top it all off, I’m sandwiched right between them! This is unbelievable!

For a moment, a storm of complicated feelings washed over Sun Zhe. He silently placed the magazine back over his face.

But in the next instant, the plane began its takeoff roll. The entire fuselage shuddered, followed by a powerful G-force that pressed him into his seat. The magazine on Sun Zhe’s face slid off and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

The sound caught the attention of Han Xinyue sitting beside him. She turned her head, and her eyes shot wide open as she let out a scream.

The air fell silent. An eerie silence.

The silence was broken by the quick clacking of high heels. The flight attendant, alerted by the scream, hurried over. ”Ma’am, is there anything I can help you with?” she asked with concern.

”Oh, no... It’s nothing. I was just joking around with a friend.” Han Xinyue raised a hand to elegantly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, instantly composing herself. A graceful smile returned to her face.

The flight attendant gave her a professional smile and turned to leave.

After the flight attendant had left, Han Xinyue whipped her head around to look at Sun Zhe, her eyes wide as if she were seeing a ghost. Her expression was a complex mix of emotions.

At that moment, Yao Rao, who had been resting with her eyes closed on Sun Zhe’s other side, also opened her eyes and looked over.

The three of them stared at one another, a long silence stretching between them.

Sun Zhe finally let out a breath, deciding to drop the pretense. ”Well, if it isn’t the two lovely ladies from the Jade Fox Sect,” he joked. ”It seems the three of us are quite fated to meet.”

”You know, it’s a small world. To think we’d run into each other here.”

He was certain Yao Rao wouldn’t dare make a move on a plane. And even if she did, he wasn’t afraid of her anymore.

Han Xinyue gave him a deep look and asked, ”What are you doing here? Where are you headed?”

Sun Zhe just shrugged with a smile. ”Do I need to report my travel plans to you?” he retorted.

Han Xinyue snorted lightly and said no more.

Then Sun Zhe turned to Yao Rao, a faint smile playing on his lips. ”Sect Leader Yao’s Blazing Fire Profound Ice Palm is truly one of a kind.”

”I see you’re still in one piece,” Yao Rao said flatly.

Remembering the humiliation of his imprisonment, a flash of coldness crossed Sun Zhe’s eyes. ”I will never forget Sect Leader Yao’s previous... hospitality.”

Yao Rao leaned back in her seat, slowly closed her eyes, and proceeded to ignore him completely.

Sun Zhe shrugged and leaned back as well. ”I just hope Sect Leader Yao doesn’t try anything funny while I’m asleep,” he chuckled.

Yao Rao snorted coldly. ”Noisy.”

* * *

When Sun Zhe woke up, he saw that it was already nighttime outside.

He gave a long, lazy stretch and turned to look at Han Xinyue beside him, secretly admiring her stunning figure.

His gaze lingered on her full, round peaks before moving down to her beautiful legs, which were wrapped in shimmering nude stockings. The memory of her seductive wiles made his Yang Qi stir restlessly within him.

With such a fragrant, mature beauty sitting right next to him, how was he supposed to control himself?

At this time, Han Xinyue was playing a match-three game on a tablet, looking rather bored.

Gazing at her legs, which shimmered under the dim cabin lights, Sun Zhe suddenly had a bold idea. He leaned in and called out softly, ”Han Saoyue.”

Han Xinyue shot him a glare, her voice low and threatening. ”Watch your mouth!”

As she spoke, she glanced nervously at Yao Rao and the other passengers. Noticing that they were all asleep, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She set down her tablet and looked at Sun Zhe with a complicated expression. Her mind went back to the night he had jumped from Zhou Mansion. ”Are you alright?” she asked. ”Have your injuries healed?”

Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow. ”What’s this? Are you actually worried about me?”

Han Xinyue snorted, turning her face away. ”As if,” she muttered.

Sun Zhe suddenly shifted closer, his hand reaching for her nylon-clad legs. ”President Han,” he asked directly, ”care to test out my heavy artillery?”

Han Xinyue jumped, startled. She glanced around nervously and was about to stop him, but his hand had already pushed past her tightly closed knees and slipped under her form-fitting skirt.

”Sun Zhe, don’t... We’re on a plane...”

But Sun Zhe acted as if he hadn’t heard her. With practiced ease, he found the right spot, his fingertips pressing against the soft mound through the thin layers of nylon and lace.

Han Xinyue’s face was beet red. She shot him a glare and gritted her teeth. ”I must have the worst luck in eight lifetimes to run into you on a random flight.”

”Where are you headed?” Sun Zhe asked suddenly.

”It’s none of your business where I’m going! Mmph... Could you be a little gentler? That hurts!”