Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Huang Qianggang

Late at night.

In the airplane bathroom.

At Han Xinyue’s urging, Sun Zhe said no more and lunged forward without a shred of tenderness.

”Aah...”

The lonely inner sanctum was suddenly filled. The long-lost, exquisite sensation made Han Xinyue throw her head back and let out a long cry, like a swan in its final moments.

”Why did you have to go so deep right away? Are you trying to kill me?”

”Can’t you be a bit gentler?”

Ignoring her coquettish complaints, Sun Zhe suddenly reached out and grabbed the ponytail she had tied up with her panties. As if gripping the reins, he used his hold to launch a fierce assault on her within the cramped bathroom.

After a short while, Sun Zhe suddenly felt a cool stream of energy flow into his Dantian.

Under Han Xinyue’s control, that cool energy began to spread through his Eight Extraordinary Meridians, dispelling the traces of the tumor-like Ice and Fire True Qi that lingered in his body.

Feeling the changes within him, Sun Zhe’s heart sank. He gradually slowed his assault, his expression growing complicated as he looked at Han Xinyue’s back.

He never expected that Han Xinyue wasn’t just all talk; she was truly healing him.

A long time passed.

After Sun Zhe finished his final thrust and tremblingly pulled back, he saw Han Xinyue cover her mouth and slowly squat down.

The panties she had used as a hair tie had come loose, leaving her long hair in disarray. Her delicate body, now squatting on the floor, trembled uncontrollably as she let out occasional moans, as if trying to suppress something overwhelming.

On the other side, Sun Zhe leaned tiredly against the door, his face a mask of ecstasy as he let out a long sigh of contentment.

Vaguely, he could hear the sound of trickling water coming from where she was. Glancing down, he was surprised to find a large wet patch had formed on the floor.

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but ask, ”How long has your dam been waiting to burst?”

But Han Xinyue didn’t answer his embarrassing question.

At that moment, she felt as if she had floated up to the clouds. Her body was weightless, and her mind was a complete blank.

It was only after a while that she felt herself slowly descending, finally regaining her senses as she came back to earth.

She stood up, her face flushed crimson as she looked at Sun Zhe with a shy, resentful glare.

Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow teasingly. ”What, still not full?”

Han Xinyue sighed softly. She pulled the panties from her hair and began to get dressed, tidying herself up. ”The Ice and Fire True Qi has penetrated deep into your bone marrow. I can’t expel it completely.”

”In any case, you’re on your own now.”

”My master’s Blazing Fire Profound Ice Palm is terrifying, but I don’t believe it’s enough to take the life of the Witch Master of Jiewu Palace.”

Sun Zhe chuckled, changing the subject. ”Where are you and your master planning to go?”

Han Xinyue replied lightly, ”To travel and relax. And you?”

Sun Zhe said, ”I’m also traveling to relax.”

Hearing this, Han Xinyue gave a faint smile. ”Is that so? That’s nice.”

Sun Zhe returned the smile. ”Yes, it is nice.”

In truth, both suspected the other was lying. They had a tacit understanding, however, and chose not to probe any further.

Moreover, both of them had a gut feeling—they would meet again after the plane landed.

Han Xinyue walked over to the sink and began touching up her makeup in the mirror.

A moment ago, Sun Zhe had brought her to tears, which smudged her eyeliner and left her looking somewhat pitiful.

Sun Zhe looked at her forlorn image in the mirror and suddenly laughed out loud.

”What are you laughing at?”

”Nothing.”

Smiling, Sun Zhe walked up behind her and slapped her plump, perky bottom.

The slap was crisp and loud, sending a satisfying ripple across the flesh, much like a block of konjac tofu.

Han Xinyue turned and shot him a glare. ”Are you sick in the head?”

Sun Zhe raised his hand and slapped her again, then turned to leave. ”I’m heading out first.”

After returning to their seats one after the other, they didn’t speak another word, sitting like two complete strangers.

Sun Zhe picked up a magazine, covered his face with it, and fell asleep.

Time passed slowly.

By the time a flight attendant woke him, the plane had already landed at Xiongcheng Airport.

The master-and-apprentice pair beside him, Yao Rao and Han Xinyue, had vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there at all.

He checked his phone for the time; it was already 4:00 a.m.

In the first-floor arrivals hall of the airport.

As Sun Zhe came through the arrival gate, a tall, burly man who looked to be over 1.9 meters tall approached him.

”I’ve seen your photo. You’re the Doctor Sun sent by President Su?”

The man appeared to be in his thirties and spoke with a thick accent. He wore Yi attire, with a black cloth wrapped around his head. His face was square, and his sharp, discerning eyes exuded an aura of masculinity.

”Hello. My name is Sun Zhe.”

Sun Zhe politely extended his hand. ”Are you the Brother Huang that President Su mentioned?”

The man laughed freely as he shook Sun Zhe’s hand. ”Brother this, brother that! My name is Huang Qianggang. Doctor Sun, you can just call me by my name.”

Sun Zhe suddenly frowned, feeling the unexpected strength in the man’s grip, but he smiled and said, ”Brother Huang.”

”Doctor Sun, please don’t call me that. If President Su were to find out, I’d get a scolding!”

Sun Zhe chuckled and shook his head, looking Huang Qianggang over. ”Brother Huang, are you from the Yi tribe?”

Huang Qianggang’s expression turned serious. ”What Yi tribe? Don’t talk nonsense. I’m a true-blue Zhuang from Guangxi. They all call me a ’Guangxi cousin’!”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s mouth twitched, and he forced a dry laugh. No wonder this guy’s accent sounds just like a ’cousin’ from Guangxi. Turns out he really is one!

As they chatted, Huang Qianggang led Sun Zhe to a beat-up pickup truck.

After a twenty-minute drive, Huang Qianggang brought Sun Zhe to a self-built, three-story house.

”Doctor Sun, you go on in first. I’ll go prepare some things.”

Huang Qianggang patted Sun Zhe’s shoulder and said heartily, ”Don’t you be a stranger, now! Just make yourself at home!”

Sun Zhe smiled. ”Alright then, Brother Huang, I’ll wait for you inside.”

A short while later, Sun Zhe entered the pitch-black living room. He searched everywhere for a light switch but couldn’t find one. Resigned, he pulled out his phone for light and plopped down on the sofa.

He wanted to call Su Qingli to let her know he had arrived safely, but considering it was just after 4:00 a.m., she was probably still asleep. He decided to send her a text instead.

Unexpectedly, as he was busy typing out the message, the sound of a toilet flushing echoed from the nearby darkness.

Then he heard light footsteps moving from far to near, finally entering the living room.

He looked toward the sound, his gaze falling on a blurry figure. He was just about to say hello when the figure suddenly rushed forward and threw its arms around him.

”Sweetheart, why are you back so late? I missed you so much!”

Sun Zhe instantly froze, not daring to move.

The sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils and the soft, voluptuous body in his arms instantly sent his mind racing.

He never would have imagined there was a woman in Huang Qianggang’s house, and it seemed... this woman wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing.