Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Listening to the splashing from the bathroom, Zhu Yan’s eyes were full of tenderness, her face brimming with deep happiness.

How could she truly be indifferent and heartless to her little rascal? It was just that he had been gone for so long, so she wanted to give him a little punishment by throwing a small tantrum.

Ever since she heard from Su Qingli that Sun Zhe had entered Celestial Prison Mountain, Zhu Yan hadn’t been able to eat or sleep well and was often plagued by nightmares. Now that he had returned to her side, full of life and completely unscathed, she was happier than anyone.

”Little rascal, just you wait and see how I deal with you,” she hummed.

She took the clothes she had brought for Sun Zhe from Yang City out of her suitcase and walked to the bathroom door. She raised her hand to knock, but it froze in mid-air.

She suddenly remembered that she was still supposed to be ’angry’ right now, so she couldn’t go in to help her little rascal scrub his back.

SPLASH!

Just as she was lost in thought, the sliding door to the bathroom slid open.

A tall, strong, naked body immediately filled her vision. Sun Zhe was drying his hair with a towel as he walked out, and he froze when he saw Zhu Yan.

”Uh... Yan’Er, what are you doing here?”

”I... I was...”

Seeing her stammer, Sun Zhe grinned mischievously. ”What, can’t wait?”

Zhu Yan’s pretty face flushed, and she hurriedly shoved the clothes she was holding into his arms. ”What is wrong with your mind? I brought you your clothes. Hurry up and put them on.”

”Oh.”

Sun Zhe walked to the side with the clothes, noticing they were the ones from his home in Yang City.

”You brought these from Yang City?”

”Of course.”

A wave of happiness washed over Sun Zhe as he unfolded the neatly stacked clothes. He suddenly recalled that ever since they went to Yang City, Zhu Yan had been taking care of his every need, even buying his underwear and socks for him.

”Ah!”

Just as he was basking in happiness, Zhu Yan suddenly let out a cry of alarm. Sun Zhe whipped his head around to see her covering her mouth with her hands, her delicate body trembling. Her eyes were visibly reddening and about to spill over with tears, as if she had just seen something terrifying.

”Yan’Er, what’s wrong?”

Zhu Yan stared at the various scars, large and small, covering Sun Zhe’s body. Her gaze finally locked onto the ghastly wound on his chest. ”Ah Zhe,” she asked, her voice trembling, ”this scar... How did you get it?”

Sun Zhe shook his head with a smile. ”It’s nothing. Don’t worry, they’ve all healed.”

Zhu Yan reached out a trembling hand, her delicate fingertips gently touching the scar on his chest. ”Was this from a knife?” she asked, her voice filled with heartache.

As a former nurse, she had the basic knowledge to identify wounds and could tell at a glance that it had been caused by a sharp weapon.

Sun Zhe thought of the wound that had nearly cost him his life and didn’t know how to answer. In truth, it was from his own Sword Qi, which Qing Kui had reflected back at him with his Shield Gang, landing squarely on his body.

”Sort of. I ran into some people and we got into a fight. But it’s really okay now.”

”Did it hurt?”

”Not anymore.”

Sun Zhe’s gaze softened. He set down the clothes he was about to put on and pulled Zhu Yan into his arms.

Zhu Yan squirmed, struggling symbolically for a moment. ”Hurry and put your clothes on.”

”I’ll just have to take them off again soon. Why bother putting them on?”

”You...” Zhu Yan was momentarily speechless.

Sun Zhe laughed heartily before suddenly sweeping her up into his arms. He took large strides over to the sofa and sat down with her in his lap.

”Hey! What are you doing?”

Sun Zhe said nothing. One arm wrapped around her slender waist while the other caressed her cheek and ear, breathing in her faint, sweet fragrance.

”Ngh...” Since her ears were extremely sensitive, a blush quickly crept up Zhu Yan’s neck and onto her face. She tilted her head back slightly, moaning softly with her eyes half-closed.

Sun Zhe knew the mood was perfect. He leaned in, about to nibble on her succulent, fiery-red lips, but before he could get close, Zhu Yan regained her composure and pushed him away with all her might.

”I haven’t settled the score with you yet. What’s the rush?”

Zhu Yan adjusted her collar, her cold demeanor returning.

Sun Zhe shrugged with a smile, then lounged on the sofa like a king, legs spread wide, unabashedly displaying his might.

”So tell me, how do you plan to settle this score? Are you going to tie me up and whip me? Or use candles?”

Zhu Yan scoffed lightly. ”I’m not that twisted.”

”Then what do you want to do?”

Zhu Yan hastily stood and moved to the side. Her cheeks reddened as she glanced at his towering erection and muttered, ”Shameless.”

Sun Zhe laughed nonchalantly. ”Why would I need to save face in front of you?”

Zhu Yan gave him a hard eye-roll before her expression turned serious. ”You lied to me, saying you were going into seclusion for your Cultivation. Instead, you ran off to that dangerous place. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

”An explanation...” Sun Zhe sounded unconcerned, as if her words hadn’t registered at all. His eyes were busy raking over her stunning figure, and he was only now realizing how seductively she was dressed.

She wore a pair of high-waisted denim hot pants, revealing long, beautiful legs wrapped in sheer nude stockings. On top, she had on a loose, cropped t-shirt, and its hem shifted with every slight movement, offering glimpses of the lace trim on her bra. Over that, she wore a long, casual white button-down shirt. With her long hair tied up in a ponytail and a touch of makeup, she exuded a mix of extreme sexiness and youthful vitality, like a young woman fresh out of college.

”What are you staring at? Answer me.”

Sun Zhe snapped back to his senses. ”I was afraid you’d worry,” he said sheepishly.

Seeing him staring at her with a lecherous grin, clearly not paying attention to a word she was saying, Zhu Yan kicked his calf in annoyance. ”Be serious! Sit up straight and talk properly.”

But the moment the words left her mouth, she saw his erection become even more enraged, growing visibly larger!

Starved for far too long, Sun Zhe suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her fiercely into his embrace.

”Yan’Er, I can’t stand it when you’re dressed like this!”

”Ah, don’t—”

He ignored her, leaning in to start nibbling on her neck. In moments, his kisses dampened her snow-white skin.

That indescribable, ticklish sensation made Zhu Yan’s face flush crimson. All the strength seemed to drain from her body, and she went limp in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Sun Zhe buried his face in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her fragrance.

”Mmm... Yan’Er, you smell so good.”

”You little rascal, stop getting so much drool on me... It’s disgusting and smelly.”

”We’ve only been apart a few days and you’re already sick of me?”

”Yes, I’m sick of you.”

Sun Zhe chuckled and reached for her shirt.

In moments, he had smoothly stripped off the cumbersome button-down, revealing the cropped tee underneath.

Gazing at the incredibly enticing figure before him and inhaling the fragrant scent that washed over him, Sun Zhe felt his entire body begin to burn.

”Yan’Er, when did you start wearing this kind of innocent-yet-seductive style?”

”These are Qiaoqiao’s clothes. My own... I washed them and they aren’t dry yet... Agh, stop biting...”

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