Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Holding the soft and fragrant body in his arms, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but let his mind wander. The Yang Qi that had finally settled in his body began stirring restlessly once again.

Due to his constitution and cultivation technique, his recovery rate was exceedingly strong. Despite the wild night they’d had, one good sleep was all it took for him to wake up full of Primordial Qi and ammunition replenished.

”Sigh, playing with fire first thing in the morning…”

Sun Zhe inwardly lamented, reaching out to rub Ye Qiao’s head, whispering softly, ”Qiaoqiao, I missed you too.”

At this moment, a decision was already brewing in his heart—he’d make sure Ye Qiao cried her heart out later!

After all, this little vixen chose neither to come sooner nor to stay away longer, instead returning exactly at this volatile moment.

Ye Qiao, snuggling coquettishly in Sun Zhe’s arms, tilted her delicate face upward, gazing at him with soulful, adoring eyes. She smiled sweetly, ”Is it your sister you missed? Or your sister’s… sister?”

Sun Zhe lowered his head to bump his forehead against hers, teasing, ”Why not both?”

Ye Qiao’s enchanting eyes grew hazy as she slowly rose onto her tiptoes, offering her ruby lips while murmuring against his mouth, ”Want to kiss me?”

”Want to.”

”Then do it, the kind that strings saliva, okay?”

”You little naughty minx.”

”It’s been so long since I was naughty. You’re finally back now. Usually, I’m a properly ambitious little fairy focused on her career!”

Sun Zhe’s hands wandered lower to trace the curve of her supple waist as his lips parted, inching downward to meet hers.

”Mmm!”

As their lips met, Ye Qiao’s body felt like it ignited, her arms flinging insistently around his neck as she greedily indulged in the kiss.

A long while later.

Their lips parted reluctantly, seemingly still connected by a glistening thread of saliva.

Just as Ye Qiao had demanded, it was indeed one of those string-spinning kisses.

Sun Zhe’s hands slipped under her waist, sliding into her clothes with confident intent for the next move—only for her to intercept by pushing him away with one hand.

”Later, okay? I still need breakfast. Last night’s rehearsal went on forever, and I haven’t eaten a thing yet.”

As Sun Zhe loosened his grip on her, he noticed only then that she was carrying a cup of soy milk and two tea eggs.

”Is that all you’re having for breakfast?”

Ye Qiao giggled as she wandered into the living room, plopping herself onto the sofa, ”I’m dieting, duh.”

Sun Zhe shut the bedroom door and ambled over to sit on the sofa opposite her, quipping, ”With your figure, I could pick you up with one hand and play with you like a Barbie doll. Do you really need to diet?”

”Oh, hush! That’s none of your business.”

Ye Qiao sipped a mouthful of soy milk and suddenly said, ”Brother, peel the eggs for me.”

Sun Zhe reached out to take a tea egg from the coffee table. While peeling its shell, he secretly admired the pure yet seductive little fairy sitting right in front of him.

Although it had only been a few days since he last saw her, Sun Zhe couldn’t help noticing that Ye Qiao’s body had matured even more beautifully—likely thanks to her frequent dance practices. Her curves had grown increasingly pronounced and alluring.

”Was rehearsal tough?”

Sun Zhe asked with genuine concern while sneaking glances at Ye Qiao’s long, slender legs, tightly wrapped in pink high-waisted yoga pants.

At his vantage point, seated directly opposite her with only a coffee table between them, his line of sight was perfectly angled to take in the subtle outline of that tantalizingly mysterious little swell where her yoga pants hugged too tightly.

Unfortunately, her yoga pants were high-quality, the seamless variety worn by professional dancers during rehearsals. As such, the exact contours of the swell weren’t prominently visible, leaving only a teasingly vague silhouette to feast upon.

Ye Qiao pouted like an aggrieved child, ”Clearly tough! It drained me completely. You have no idea how strict Sister Yunwan can be. She even scolded me.”

Sun Zhe felt a pang of sympathy and said, ”It’s for your own good, though. After all, you’re going to stand on grand stages someday, shining under the spotlight for all to see. Every single detail matters—you can’t afford to take chances.”

”Hmm, I know, bro. ’Ten years of practice for one minute on stage,’ right? I’m really cherishing this opportunity.”

Sun Zhe chuckled, ”Then I’ll wait for our little vixen to turn into a big star someday.”

Ye Qiao’s voice turned honeyed, ”You’ve promised—you’re going to be my first fan!”

”Of course.”

Ye Qiao smirked playfully, ”And then I’ll screw my fan.”

Sun Zhe’s mouth twitched as he shot back, ”Eat your breakfast already. We’ve got serious business later.”

Ye Qiao tilted her head back to chug more soy milk, her cheeks puffing out adorably before she teased, ”You big pervert! Eyeing me so lustfully, what’s your deal?”

”Sun Xiaozhe, I can tell—you’re getting shamelessly horny day by day.”

Sun Zhe’s expression shifted to one of serene innocence as he replied with a grin, ”Not quite. It’s just that, with such blooming beauty before me, it’d be a crime not to appreciate it passionately.”

At his poetic retort, Ye Qiao dramatically pretended to gag, clutching her knees together and twisting to the side entirely, effectively cutting off his view.

Still unfazed, Sun Zhe simply shifted his gaze—a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as they wandered over Ye Qiao’s upper body.

Her tight cropped tank top exposed a glimpse of her slender abdomen, over which she wore a semi-transparent mesh cardigan. The tantalizing fullness of her curves played a coy game of peekaboo, stirring a cascade of vivid imaginings.

Gazing at the pure yet sensuous fairy before him, Sun Zhe’s conviction grew stronger—he was determined to make her completely surrender later.

”Here, the egg’s peeled.”

Without showing any signs of his inner thoughts, Sun Zhe passed the perfectly peeled tea egg to Ye Qiao.

”Thanks, brother.”

Ye Qiao flashed him a dazzlingly sweet smile, accepted the egg, and took a hearty bite.

Watching her puffed cheeks as she chewed, Sun Zhe asked, ”Are two eggs enough?”

”I already said I’m dieting!”

Sun Zhe smirked knowingly at her, ”But if it’s not enough, I’ve got two more right here.”

At that, Ye Qiao rolled her eyes dramatically, ”If I did eat those, wouldn’t you be ruined for life? You’d turn into Eunuch Sun, and then what would I do?”

Sun Zhe roared with laughter before adding, ”Then let’s save the eggs and stick to milk. I’ve got plenty here—good for your body and more nutritious than soy milk.”

At the mention of milk, Ye Qiao’s cheeks suddenly flushed. ”You know, I could use some of that. My Extreme Yin Witchcraft cultivation seems to have hit a bottleneck.”

”Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re well-supplied.”

Ye Qiao tilted her head in curiosity and asked, ”By the way, bro, what cultivation stage are you at now? Your aura feels so profound—it’s like I can’t even decipher it.”