Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Hmm...”

Leng Yueshuang furrowed her delicate brows deeper, her white teeth lightly biting her red lips, emitting a faint hum from her nose.

Her once clear starry eyes gradually turned misty, rippling with a hint of springtime.

As Sun Zhe started misbehaving, it had only been two minutes, yet she felt a scorching heat in her lower abdomen, as if countless little ants were crawling inside, causing her soul to tremble.

But to prevent a certain villain’s wicked plans from succeeding, she was still enduring.

However.

No matter how she guarded her heart, her body kept betraying her.

She raised her face to look at Sun Zhe, seeing an evil smile on his face, and snorted softly, teasingly chiding, ”You old lecher.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe merely smiled slightly and said nothing.

At this moment, he was using the pad of his middle finger to feel the sticky slickness.

Sticky nectar continuously seeped through two layers of fabric, and after saturating the tightly hugging silk stockings covering the fragrant mound, the finger pad rubbed against them, almost bursting between the tight fingerprints.

Suddenly, Sun Zhe withdrew that hand from beneath the blanket, placing it in front of Leng Yueshuang intentionally for her to see.

”Look, Shuang’er.”

Leng Yueshuang fixed her gaze momentarily, seeing several of his fingers wet and glistening, with fine threads even drawing between them, her dainty face immediately reddened, and she reached down to pinch his waist hard.

”Ouch... it hurts!”

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but cry out in pain, his large hand reaching to squeeze her soft slender waist.

”Ah, it’s ticklish!”

Leng Yueshuang giggled and twisted away.

At this moment, Sun Zhe secretly calculated the time and found that three minutes had already passed, so for the sake of her happiness, he did not want to waste a bit more time, and reached his hand under the blanket again.

Leng Yueshuang raised her face, staring at his handsome face, her rosy lips slightly pouting, showing a bit of stubbornness, letting him act recklessly beneath the blanket, surprisingly not retreating or dodging, instead even cooperating by spreading her legs a bit wider.

”Seven minutes left, once time’s up, I won’t care about you.”

Sun Zhe’s lips curled slightly, ”Just wait, don’t beg for mercy later.”

Confident in his ”Finger Power,” Sun Zhe, being a healer, was well-acquainted with certain acupuncture points.

This time, rather than being gentle as before, Sun Zhe directly tore open that layer of already soaked ”thin membrane” with two fingers after probing in, and then a slight sound of tearing cloth spread from beneath the blanket.

Immediately, he skillfully pushed aside the lower layer of lace fabric, exposing that mysterious garden completely.

The fine, soft fuzz brushed against his palm, a perfect touch instantly lingered between the palm lines, slowly seeping into the soul.

”Shuang’er, why is it getting more lush here?”

”Been out these days, no time to trim.”

Leng Yueshuang turned her face to look elsewhere, answering seriously, as if it was just an ordinary small matter.

Sun Zhe chuckled, gently pinching the two soft, hot, wet butterfly wings between his fingers, and with a slight movement, felt a hard little thing rubbing against the finger pad.

”Shuang’er, sprouting so soon?”

”Hmm...”

Leng Yueshuang’s delicate body slightly trembled, trying to steady her mind, burying her face on Sun Zhe’s shoulder.

”Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...”

In a short while, an almost inaudible, rhythmic water sound emitted from beneath the blanket.

As time moved briefly forward, Leng Yueshuang’s eyebrows furrowed more tightly, feeling increasingly unable to suppress the desire within, her entire body tingling, numb, and powerless as if electrified.

Sometimes she bit Sun Zhe’s shoulder with her teeth, sometimes pinched Sun Zhe’s arm, and sometimes scratched Sun Zhe with her sharp, beautiful nails, while the crystal toes hidden in sheer stockings also curled tightly, seemingly trying to alleviate the ”pain.”

Observing her expressions and reactions, Sun Zhe couldn’t resist making a light joke, ”It’s just a bit of sprout rubbing, and you can’t handle it?”

Upon hearing this, Leng Yueshuang raised her face to glare at him, her face showing a faint anger, her lips moving lightly, wanting to speak but hesitating.

At that moment, her beautiful eyes shook, her delicate body tensed suddenly, as if electrified, hurriedly reaching to slap Sun Zhe on the shoulder.

It was Sun Zhe suddenly inserting his middle finger nearly two knuckles deep inside, precisely finding that about coin-sized piece of flesh within.

”Seems this is your hidden switch.”

”Hmm... stop it, stop...”

Sun Zhe leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, ”So have you admitted defeat yet? It’s not even been ten minutes.”

”I don’t... Ah, stop it...”

Leng Yueshuang’s slender waist twitched, her face showing ”pain,” unable to continue.

Sun Zhe asked, ”Do you want to or not?”

”Hmm... I want, I do.”

Leng Yueshuang’s face was full of bitterness, answering in an almost pleading tone.

Sun Zhe gave a wicked laugh, ”Then coming to the restroom with me?”

”Alright, alright, I’ll go, okay?”

Only then did Sun Zhe satisfyingly withdraw his hand, immediately showing it before her to let her see.

Leng Yueshuang was startled, hurriedly grabbing his hand to wipe off the ”clear mucus” on it with the blanket, seemingly fearing others might see.

”Have some shame, will you?”

Sun Zhe shrugged indifferently, ”What’s the point in shame for the happiness of the two of us?”

Leng Yueshuang snorted coldly, her face flushed crimson, turning her head away, ”Go on then, who’s afraid of who?”

”...”

...

With a top-notch girlfriend like Leng Yueshuang accompanying cultivation, Sun Zhe found the dozen-hour flight anything but boring.

He took her to the restroom multiple times, appearing modest yet revealing that Wang Feng had long ago sensed something amiss, but dared not utter a word.

Because Wang Feng noticed each time they went to the restroom, it took them ages to return, and when they did, Leng Yueshuang’s walking seemed a bit strange.

Even a fool could guess what they were up to!

...

When the plane landed safely, it was already the early morning of the next day.

Sun Zhe, holding Leng Yueshuang’s hand, just stepped out of Yangcheng Airport, when they saw Zhu Yan coming to pick them up.

Before boarding, he had already called Zhu Yan.

Besides Zhu Yan, Gu Lingxue was also there to pick them up.

Seeing Leng Yueshuang and Sun Zhe returning safely, despite Gu Lingxue’s calm disposition, she almost teared up, rushing to embrace Leng Yueshuang tightly.

Sun Zhe chuckled, ”Well, Director Gu, I’ll leave Shuang’er with you for now, let’s chat another day.”

The two ladies hugged and whispered to each other, ignoring Sun Zhe because they knew Sun Zhe was eager to return for a two-person world with Zhu Yan.

After bidding farewell to Leng Yueshuang, Sun Zhe got into the red BMW sedan.

”Yan’Er, where to now?”

On the passenger side, Sun Zhe lazily leaned back against the seat, a large hand restlessly stroking Zhu Yan’s black silk-clad leg.

”How about grabbing some late-night snacks before heading home?”

”Okay. What do you feel like eating?”

Zhu Yan pondered for a bit, suggesting, ”How about seafood?”

Sun Zhe showed an expression of understanding, ”Want to boost my tadpoles, huh?”

Zhu Yan snorted lightly, rolling her eyes, ”Otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t be able to ’deliver grain’ later. After being on the plane for so long, I saw Shuang’er was so weak she could barely walk, you’ve surely been up to no good.”

”...”