Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Ah, Sun Zhe, don’t...”

Fang Ruoxue was forced to sit on the stove, her brows furrowing as she let out a delicate cry, her slender hands pressing against Sun Zhe’s firm chest muscles, trying to push him away.

But as Sun Zhe lowered his body and bent forward, launching a fierce assault, all her strength seemed to be drained in an instant, leaving her unable to exert any force.

”Don’t, don’t... it’s dirty there...”

She reached out to grab Sun Zhe’s hair. Although she was saying ’don’t’, her silky legs involuntarily lifted up, her feet resting on Sun Zhe’s shoulders, deliberately leaning back as if to cooperate with Sun Zhe, creating more space for him to perform.

”Mm-mmm... Mm-hmm...”

Her mouth was tightly shut, and a soft, muffled moan escaped from her nose. Looking down with furrowed brows at Sun Zhe, her expression was filled with helplessness.

The indescribable tickling pleasure akin to an electric current swept through her body and mind, making her gradually forget everything.

Meanwhile, Sun Zhe had buried his face in that lush garden, as if in a land of no one!

He gently pinched a piece of thin silk with his incisors, easily tearing a hole into it, then, one of his large hands reached up to pull aside the already soaked lace fabric with his fingertips, before leaning in to apply a fresh coat of lipstick.

”Sluurp, sluurp...”

The alluring sound of water faintly drifted out from the kitchen.

Fang Ruoxue extended her long, snow-white neck, facing the ceiling, like a swan singing high, but fearful of being discovered, she was forced to keep her lips closed tightly, suppressing the sound.

She gripped Sun Zhe’s head with one hand, holding his face with the other, using her fingertips to rub against Sun Zhe’s ear. Her delicate body occasionally shivered intensely, causing her smooth abdomen to contract in waves.

”So... so deep... don’t dive in...”

”It tickles!”

”Stop messing around!”

Confronted with her ambiguous pleas, Sun Zhe was indifferent, continuing to perform his skill while introducing Pure Yang True Qi into her body.

Minutes later.

Fang Ruoxue’s delicate frame suddenly tightened, her slender hands grabbing onto Sun Zhe’s hair with force, while her legs crossed together, her silk feet perched on Sun Zhe’s shoulders clamping down around his neck.

The crystalline toes enclosed within transparent stockings curled up tightly, the soles of her stockings rubbing against Sun Zhe’s neck continuously, the toenail of her big toe scratching red marks on Sun Zhe’s shoulder and neck.

Sun Zhe, experienced as he was, naturally understood that Fang Ruoxue’s reaction was a sign of her reaching climax, so he didn’t hesitate, promptly retreating and abandoning her.

He didn’t want to get sprayed by the open faucet.

As Sun Zhe got up and stepped back, Fang Ruoxue’s delicate body lost its support, collapsing bonelessly onto the stove, her beautifully curved waist and hips twitching intermittently.

Standing to the side, Sun Zhe admired the fountain-like scene while pulling his trousers along with his underwear down to his knees.

The fierce, menacing giant beast broke free from its bindings, exposed to the air, exuding a strong aroma!

Sensing the intense masculine aura, Fang Ruoxue couldn’t help glancing at him, feeling an instant surge of heat in her body. The Pure Yang True Qi injected into her seemed to have sensed it, transforming into an intangible flame, burning her.

Her beautiful eyes were dazed, instinctively extending her pink tongue to lick her lips, feeling an unbearable dryness in her mouth, thus eagerly jumping off the stove, squatting forward to Sun Zhe, kneeling on one knee on Sun Zhe’s foot, then reaching out to grab it, stuffing it into her mouth.

In truth, she hated this damned tacit understanding in her heart—without any communication, just a gesture or a glance, they knew the next move.

But she hated herself as well, hated that she couldn’t resist the man’s temptation, leading her to lose herself.

At this moment, she felt as if her entire body would burst into flames, just wanting to indulge in unrestrained passion.

”Mm-mm-mm...”

”Oomph, oomph, oomph...”

Sun Zhe lowered his head, watching the beauty savoring with relish, crystal saliva dribbling from her lips, couldn’t help squinting his eyes, gently hissing a breath.

”Aunt Fang, your technique has improved.”

Hearing this, Fang Ruoxue looked up at him, her eyes full of resentment, deliberately scraping with her teeth.

”Ow!”

Sun Zhe winced in pain.

Fang Ruoxue continued to look up at him, a sly smile playing in her brows.

Unable to contain his anger, Sun Zhe reached out to hold the back of her head, abruptly letting loose.

”Mmm!”

Fang Ruoxue’s eyes widened, rolling slightly, feeling as though her throat had been pierced.

This little bastard, truly ruthless.

He has no idea how to show tenderness!

”Mm-mm-mm-mm...”

Afterwards, Sun Zhe disregarded all, grabbing her hair and pushing forward coarsely!

Minutes later, the unbearable Fang Ruoxue fervently pushed him away, sitting weakly on the ground coughing.

”Are you trying to kill me!”

Sun Zhe exhaled lightly, suppressing the unexplainable rage within, stepped forward to help her up, then held her waist with both hands, gently lifting her as if she weighed nothing, placing her back onto the stove to sit properly.

Fang Ruoxue gazed at him silently, not speaking, merely cooperating by opening her legs, resting her silk feet on the stove’s edge.

From Sun Zhe’s perspective, her posture now resembled a capital ”M”.

With one hand supporting his mighty weapon, Sun Zhe stepped forward slowly, using his other hand to press on her stocking-covered knee, sneering: ”Whether I die doesn’t matter, you’ll be finished later anyway.”

”Hmph... go ahead.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe wasted no time, without any warning, directly stepping up!

”Ah...”

Fang Ruoxue’s delicate body trembled, involuntarily extending her snow-white neck.

”Vroom, vroom, vroom...”

However, just as Sun Zhe prepared to showcase his prowess, the roar of a sports car suddenly echoed from the courtyard.

In an instant, Fang Ruoxue was thunderstruck, fiercely kicking Sun Zhe away, then hurriedly jumping off the stove, pulling down the skirt that had rolled to her waist.

”Yun’er is back, you go quickly.”

Sun Zhe said nothing, calmly pulling up his pants, then nonchalantly returned to the living room.

Soon after.

Fang Jiayun, clad in a pleated short skirt and carrying a Chanel bag, walked into the living room. She immediately saw Sun Zhe, her eyes brimming with extreme disdain.

But she understood why Sun Zhe was visiting her home—merely for medical attention, so she didn’t inquire further, simply brushing past Sun Zhe, leaving a fragrant breeze.

With a smile on his face, Sun Zhe followed her moving silk stockings with his gaze, suddenly finding she had become more feminine since being awakened.

Unexpectedly, Fang Jiayun abruptly stopped, turning around to glare at him, ”What are you staring at?”

Sun Zhe touched his nose, looking elsewhere, ”How do you know I was looking at you?”

”Yun’er, where did you go today?”

Suddenly, Fang Ruoxue’s voice came from the kitchen doorway.

Fang Jiayun followed the voice, seeing Fang Ruoxue wearing an apron, a jolt of surprise coursing through her heart.

”Mom, are you going to cook yourself? Even tying an apron.”

In her memory, Fang Ruoxue had never lifted a finger to do housework, so what made her enter the kitchen today?

Fang Ruoxue’s face still carried the red hue from earlier, secretly glimpsing at Sun Zhe, thinking if it weren’t to cover the wet skirt, there would be no need for the apron, and chuckling: ”Yes, today is worth celebrating, so I’m cooking.”

Fang Jiayun frowned slightly, ”A day worth celebrating?”

”Yun’er, your father has woken up.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Jiayun’s eyes shook, dropping her purse and racing upstairs.