Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

”What’s the matter?”

”Watching a movie.”

”Watching a movie?”

Leng Yuening turned her face toward the window and spoke softly, ”As my boyfriend, accompany me to watch a movie. It has to be a horror movie. This is one of my small wishes. Before I die, I want to do some things I’ve always wanted to but couldn’t.”

”You might think it’s childish, but I don’t want to leave with regrets.”

”Don’t worry, I won’t cling to you. I just need you to accompany me for half a day.”

Sun Zhe responded, ”With your status and position, isn’t it easy to achieve these things?”

Leng Yuening said, ”Precisely because of my status and position, accomplishing these simple things isn’t easy. Put nicely, I’m the CEO of Qingcheng Group. But in reality, I’m just a puppet.”

Sun Zhe asked, ”That night, when you hired male models, was it also to fulfill a wish?”

Leng Yuening’s pretty face flushed red. ”You’d better forget about that incident. Don’t let my sister find out.”

Sun Zhe suddenly stood up, ”Alright then, President Leng. I’ll be your boyfriend for half a day and accompany you to watch a movie.”

”You’re not going to finish eating?”

”No appetite.”

”There’s so much left. Eat a bit.”

Sun Zhe casually waved his hand, sending everything into the ring space for Little Dragon Girl to deal with. He joked, ”I didn’t expect you to care about frugality.”

”Of course!”

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A movie theater.

The last row of the screening room.

Watching the screen where the ghost in the red dress swaggered menacingly, Leng Yuening was so frightened she screamed repeatedly, entirely shedding her previously cool demeanor.

Yet, Sun Zhe, sitting nearby, seemed completely unperturbed.

Leng Yuening noticed his brooding expression and nudged him with her elbow, ”So scary—how are you not afraid at all?”

Sun Zhe chuckled lightly. ”If you’re scared, why did you rent out the theater?”

Leng Yuening answered, ”Watching horror movies with too many people ruins the immersive atmosphere. Besides, renting out the theater is also for your convenience.”

Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow, ”Convenience for me to do what?”

Leng Yuening stared at his side profile seriously, ”Now that you’re my boyfriend, shouldn’t you act like one?”

”Like what?”

Leng Yuening softly said, ”This ghost in a red dress is terrifying—I want to find some place to hide.”

Sun Zhe instantly understood her meaning and reached out to pull her delicate shoulder closer.

Leng Yuening rested her head against his shoulder and asked, ”Are you thinking about me?”

Sun Zhe nodded gently and pulled her even closer. ”Carrying all this alone must be very difficult.”

Leng Yuening tilted her face up to look at him. ”I can guess what you’re thinking, but I don’t need your pity. The reason I sought you out is that you might have the ability to heal me.”

Sun Zhe said, ”I’ll try my best.”

Leng Yuening murmured, ”You’re like a block of wood.”

Sun Zhe rubbed his nose. ”Really?”

Leng Yuening buried her face into his chest, greedily breathing in his scent. With a wistful tone, she said, ”Such a beauty offering herself to you, yet you’re unmoved. You could actually be more... intimate.”

Sun Zhe caught her meaning immediately. He didn’t say anything, letting his hand on her shoulder slide slowly downward until it rested on her soft curves.

”Is this intimate enough?” He squeezed lightly through the silky material, his tone playful.

Leng Yuening’s face turned red. ”You could put your hand inside.”

At her suggestion, Sun Zhe felt a flicker of excitement. With nimble fingers, he quickly found the hem of her dress, sliding his palm against her velvety skin as his hand ventured upward.

When his fingertips brushed against a bouncy softness, Sun Zhe’s eyes lit up, surprised to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra.

”Free style?”

”Isn’t it more convenient this way?”

Sun Zhe said no more and began his indulgence.

”Mmh...”

Leng Yuening softly moaned with furrowed brows but didn’t stop him, leaning into his embrace like a submissive kitten.

”Is this intimate enough now?”

Sun Zhe’s eyes were ablaze as he caught a delicate bud between his thumb and forefinger, his voice low as he asked.

In the flickering light of the screen, her face was as red as a ripe apple.

”Mmh... you’re so naughty.”

At her words, Sun Zhe mischievously tugged at the tender peak, causing the beauty in his arms to tremble and let out a soft cry involuntarily.

Sun Zhe said, ”You’re not being honest either—it’s already standing up here.”

Leng Yuening felt as though her strength was drained, leaning weakly against his chest. ”You’re making me feel so uncomfortable like this.”

”Then do you want to feel even more uncomfortable?”

”What?”

Sun Zhe smiled mysteriously, and suddenly both his hands moved in tandem, yanking her tight wool sweater up to her collarbone, letting it rest over the two rounded curves beneath.

Leng Yuening immediately felt a chill sweep over her; before she could even react, Sun Zhe dipped down, bringing his lips close.

”Ah, don’t...” she began, but then, ”Mmh—hmph...”

Under Sun Zhe’s greedy nibbling, the aloof female CEO crumbled instantly, her starlit eyes half-closed. Her hands came to rest on Sun Zhe’s head, her pale fingers weaving through his jet-black hair.

Sun Zhe circled his tongue in deliberate motions, paying close attention to Leng Yuening’s reactions. Suddenly, one of his hands slipped away, trailing along the smooth, taut skin of her stomach until it reached the waistband of her pants that snugly clung to her just below her navel.

Leng Yuening seemed to understand what he was about to do. Her delicate body trembled, and an inexplicable tension crept over her.

As she suspected, in the next moment, Sun Zhe’s fingertips forcefully breached the waistband of the sharkskin pants that clung tight to her skin.

It didn’t take long before the faintly glistening pants showed a distinct bulge at the crotch, shaped unmistakably by the back of his hand.

With dual invasions above and below, Leng Yuening could no longer control herself. Her slender waist writhed incessantly, and her legs alternated between clamping shut and splaying open in restless abandon. While the touch seized her with unbearable itchiness, it simultaneously left her ravenous for more.

In mere moments, she heard the faint sound of something wet.

Leng Yuening breathed out softly, ”Do... do you do this to my sister often as well?”

Sun Zhe replied, ”Not often, just occasionally.”

”Does she have as much as I do?”

”What do you mean, as much?”

”Water...”

Sun Zhe fell silent immediately.

He hadn’t anticipated that this typically aloof female CEO would, with all seriousness, say something like that.

”Hmm. It’s about the same. Yours is slightly stickier.”

Leng Yuening pinched him indignantly. ”Why are you even comparing?”

Sun Zhe wore an innocent expression. ”You asked me, didn’t you?”

Leng Yuening pressed further, ”What about the hair?”

”Hmm... pretty similar. Both are rather lush.”

Leng Yuening suddenly pushed him away, pulling his hand—which had been navigating the murk—out forcefully. Her cheeks glowed crimson as she stared at the pyramid that stood high before her. ”From now on, you’re not allowed to think about anyone else but me.”

Sun Zhe: ”...”

Leng Yuening’s gaze bore into him. ”In your eyes, in your heart, there can only be me.”

Sun Zhe’s expression twisted slightly as he inwardly sighed—what an absurdly domineering female CEO she was.

Leng Yuening demanded, ”Do you want it?”

Sun Zhe thought her question was utterly redundant. With such a stunning beauty voluntarily throwing herself into his arms, who wouldn’t lose their sense of reason?

”Zzzzzzz...”

As his thoughts churned, the zipper of his pants was suddenly pulled down by Leng Yuening.

”Yuening, you—”

Leng Yuening’s lips quirked upward as she knelt down, leaning over his knees. Her eyes locked onto the fearsome beast that exuded an overwhelming presence before her.

The raw, masculine smell enveloped her, making her beautiful eyes glaze over in trance-like intoxication.

”I don’t know why, but I really like this scent. In the past, whenever I watched those little videos, I always thought it looked disgusting. I couldn’t understand how those female lead actors managed to bring themselves to do it.”

Sun Zhe stared at her earnest expression, feeling as though his body was close to combusting.

Leng Yuening tilted her face up to look at him. ”Can I have a taste?”

”Um... be my guest.”

Leng Yuening’s luminous eyes half-shut as she summoned memories of the female stars from those videos, awkwardly mimicking their movements as she leaned in closer.

”Hiss—!”

As soon as her red lips made contact, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath, silently marveling at how ”charged” her approach was.

Leng Yuening lifted her head to look at him. ”Does it feel good?”

Sun Zhe’s eyes burned feverishly as he suddenly grabbed hold of her ponytail, pressing her downward without hesitation.

”Mmf!”

Leng Yuening’s almond-shaped eyes widened as she let out a muffled moan, her hands flailing in protest against Sun Zhe.

Yet, Sun Zhe seemed utterly consumed, displaying zero remorse or tenderness.

”Squelch, squelch, squelch...”

Within moments, Leng Yuening’s soft, thin lips—stretched to their limits—began to glisten, the edges dripping with translucent threads that trailed downward in sinuous strands.

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