Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”Ha! Ha! Ha...”

After a bout of release, the Absolutely Stunning Empress lay powerlessly on the bed, using the back of her hand to cover her eyes, her small mouth slightly open with fragrant panting, her white belly rising and falling, looking like she had just recovered from a serious illness.

At the corners of her eyes, traces of shallow tears could still be seen.

The unprecedented pleasure just now made her linger in nostalgia, wanting to deeply immerse herself.

Even though her husband had exhausted all kinds of methods previously, she had never had such a satisfying release as she did today.

”What should I do now? I seem to be falling deeper and deeper, increasingly wanting to possess this little guy.”

”This Pure Yang Holy Body really is a woman’s kryptonite.”

For a moment, her emotions were complicated and she slowly turned her head to look at Sun Zhe who was standing by the bed, her enchanting lips slightly parted as she called softly, ”Little Zhe.”

”Uh... what’s up, Aunt?”

Only then did Sun Zhe come to his senses, stepping forward half a step to find that her neck, tinged with a pinkish hue, was slick with fragrant sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to her collarbone, lending an unspeakable poignant beauty, suddenly giving him an impulse to dive down.

Jiang Qinglan lazily sat up, her originally bright starry eyes now filled with loving affection and misty allure, gleaming with enticing spring feelings.

Without saying anything, she suddenly turned over, got off the bed, and darted into Sun Zhe’s arms, tightly hugging his waist.

Sun Zhe’s body suddenly stiffened, not daring to move rashly, not knowing where to place his hands, he chuckled awkwardly, ”Second Aunt, you...”

”Don’t speak, just let me hold you for a while.”

Jiang Qinglan suddenly interrupted him.

Sun Zhe immediately shut up, his arms half-raised, not daring to place them on her, just standing quietly, allowing her to embrace him.

In the quiet yet sticky atmosphere.

Jiang Qinglan gently rubbed her face against his chest, greedily breathing in that enchanting masculine scent.

It was only now that she realized this little guy’s Pure Yang Holy Body was even more alluring than his father’s Nine Yang Spirit Body.

”Xia Shiyue, back then you took my Nine Yang Spirit Body, but now you’ve given me a Pure Yang Holy Body...”

Amidst her thoughts, she unconsciously hugged Sun Zhe tighter, her delicate body slowly twisting in his embrace.

Meanwhile, Sun Zhe was inwardly lamenting, perceiving the warmth and softness within his embrace rubbing and pressing, the supreme sensation making him feel like his insides were about to ignite.

Just seeing Jiang Qinglan, this earthly beauty, would cause his Yang Qi to lose control, let alone her writhing in his arms without a thread.

More unbearably, the beauty in his arms was deliberately using her soft thighs to rub against the ”Pyramid” he was supporting.

This was simply maddening!

However, the last remaining thread of reason didn’t allow him to completely sink into that quagmire of desire.

His rationality was still struggling.

”Little Zhe.”

Jiang Qinglan suddenly called.

”Mm... what’s the matter?”

Jiang Qinglan looked up in his arms, her impossibly beautiful jade face still blushing from the aftermath, her tone sweetly said, ”Was the Acupuncture Technique you used on me just now taught by your grandfather?”

Sun Zhe nodded, ”Creation Thirteen Needles.”

”Have you learned how to wield a spear?” Jiang Qinglan suddenly asked.

”Huh?” Sun Zhe was utterly confused, not understanding why she said that.

Jiang Qinglan squinted her eyes, coyly said, ”Want to see how your spear skills are.”

Sun Zhe instantly fell silent, staring at her alluring jade face, suddenly understanding what she meant by ”spear skills.”

”But we...”

”But what?”

”Well, it’s nothing.”

Jiang Qinglan said nothing more, her hands tightening around his heroic waist, while the sway of her delicate body became even more pronounced, secretly thinking this little guy has the heart but no courage.

I’ve been so forward like this, and even sprayed perfume made from the Inner Core of the Python before heading out today, how can this little guy not get it?

But what she didn’t know was, her ”danger” was about to arrive.

At this moment, Sun Zhe, feeling the intoxicating softness and scent, his last remaining thread of rationality finally began to unravel.

The influence of the Python’s Inner Core aroma, or perhaps his inherent nature to think with his lower half, at this moment he merely wished to be reckless.

The previously confused hands suddenly placed on the Absolutely Stunning Empress’s white smooth fragrant shoulders, palms sticking to the scapula, slowly exploring downward, carefully feeling those enticing curves.

Jiang Qinglan felt the rough friction on her skin, her delicate body gradually trembled, instinctively clamping her legs together.

”Little Zhe, earlier I intentionally scared you, did it frighten you?”

Sun Zhe didn’t speak, simply enjoying the tender smoothness of the white skin, seemingly already immersed.

Jiang Qinglan murmured, ”When I said that, I wasn’t trying to threaten you; I was just... very envious of Shiqing. You and she can, why can’t you and I?”

Sun Zhe still didn’t speak, after a wave-like undulation, his large hands finally cupped those beautifully elastic thighs, squeezing them vigorously into various shapes.

Gentle white flesh seeped from between his fingers, leaving behind faintly red finger marks once the force subsided.

”Mm-hmm...”

Jiang Qinglan moaned softly, feeling the increasing weight of a man’s breathing, her body unconsciously reacted, slender hands sliding up onto the man’s back, using sharp and lovely nails to gently scratch.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, she suddenly felt her body shake, as if losing weight, directly picked up and thrown onto the bed by Sun Zhe.

Having just been tossed onto the bed, before she had reacted, Sun Zhe’s scorching heavy body pressed her down tightly.

Though the bed was still wet, wet enough to wring water from the sheets, neither of them cared.

Sun Zhe’s eyes were bloodshot, like a beast thirsty for slaughter, staring at the gorgeous face below, no longer able to hold back, diving greedily to bite.

By now, he’d figured out — rather than letting Jiang Qinglan dwell on his and Xia Shiqing’s matters, he’d rather drag her onto this pirate ship too, giving her a chance to deliver a hat to the Emperor.

In this way, her lips will be tighter than anyone else’s.

”Ah...”

Jiang Qinglan’s beautiful eyes half-closed, softly moaning, raising her elegant swan neck submissively, allowing Sun Zhe to greedily nibble on it, her delicate hands continually scratching Sun Zhe’s shoulders and back, leaving red marks.

Sun Zhe’s unexpected heat made her happy yet unable to adapt.

”Little Zhe, you’re incredible... I desperately want Little Zhe to make me gush...”

Upon hearing this wanton talk, Sun Zhe’s heart jolted, suddenly recalling Xia Shiqing’s words — this Empress, once in bed, becomes utterly different, as dignified and refined in public as she is wild and fiery in bed.

”Empress, really... so fiery.”

Jiang Qinglan held his face, pushing his head up, staring deeply into his eyes, ”Do you like this fiery Empress?”

”I like it.”

”Mm... I can’t take it anymore, my snowflakes really want mugwort...”

At these words, Sun Zhe’s eyes reddened further, diving down to kiss those moist red lips.

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