The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng felt completely refreshed after recovering from his treatment.

I was just about to empty the food scraps from the wooden basin and wipe up the water stains on the floor.

Just as he stood up, before he could even move, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open, and a figure slipped in.

It is Liu Yulan.

She had probably just come back from the fields; her forehead was still damp with sweat, and the cuffs of her floral shirt were rolled up, revealing a section of her pale arm.

She pushed the door open and immediately saw Yang Shuisheng standing naked in the middle of the room, with water droplets still clinging to his body.

His skin had a healthy rosy glow from the recent medicinal bath, his muscles were firm and well-defined, and his wet trousers clung to his hips, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.

"what!"

Liu Yulan gasped, her face turning bright red. She abruptly turned around and covered her face with her hands.

"I'm...I'm sorry! I didn't know you were...taking the shower."

"I...I'll go out now."

She was about to run outside when her heart started pounding, but the scene she had just caught a glimpse of kept replaying in her mind.

"Sister-in-law Yulan is alright, I'm done washing."

Yang Shuisheng was also stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted. He grabbed a pair of tattered pants hanging by the side of the wooden bucket and put them on. He didn't put on a shirt either, and walked over to close the door with his muscular upper body bare.

"What brings you here? Is something the matter?"

Liu Yulan had her back to him, and she became even more nervous when she heard him approaching.

"I...I came back from the fields and passed by the village entrance. I saw Zhao Hu walking with a few unfamiliar faces, chatting and laughing."

"Those unfamiliar faces don't look like good people, they look shifty. I'm a little worried, so I thought I'd come and tell you. Be careful of Zhao Hu lately, he might be up to something."

Yang Shuisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Outsider?

It seems that Brother Kun's men have arrived.

However, he didn't show it on his face, and simply said calmly, "Oh, I guess Zhao Hu has made some bad friends again."

"That's just how he is, Sister Yulan, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Hearing him say that, Liu Yulan breathed a slight sigh of relief and subconsciously turned around, wanting to give him a few more words of advice.

But as she turned around, she found herself face to face with Yang Shuisheng's chest so close to hers.

Those firm muscles, the bronze skin still glistening with undried water droplets, sliding down the grooves of his abs...

Her face turned even redder, her eyes darted around, wanting to look but not daring to, her throat felt a little dry, and her heart was pounding wildly.

The crazy memories of that night by the pool flooded back uncontrollably, making her legs feel weak.

"That's good then."

She lowered her head nervously, her voice barely audible, and suddenly asked out of the blue, "You...you still seem a little dirty, your back...do you want me to scrub it for you?"

After saying this, she was so embarrassed that her ears burned.

Yang Shuisheng looked down at his body and saw the grayish-black impurities that had been expelled after the medicinal bath; some corners were indeed not clean.

Looking at Liu Yulan's blushing profile and her slightly heaving chest, a fire quietly ignited in his heart.

Having just finished conditioning his body, his blood and energy were abundant, and his senses were heightened. The faint smell of sweat on Liu Yulan's body and the allure of a mature woman kept stimulating his senses.

"Sure, the water's still hot."

Yang Shuisheng did not refuse and changed the water in the bucket.

When Liu Yulan saw that he agreed, she felt both shy and happy. She pursed her lips and walked to the wooden tub.

Yang Shuisheng sat down in the tub with his back to her, his broad and muscular back fully exposed to her.

She picked up a relatively clean piece of coarse cloth from the side, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out until it was half dry, and gently placed it on Yang Shuisheng's back.

The warm cloth touched their skin, and both of them trembled slightly.

Through the cloth, Liu Yulan could clearly feel the temperature of his skin and the strong contours of his muscles.

She began to gently wipe, from the broad shoulders to the well-defined back.

Every friction made her heart race and her fingers go weak.

As she rubbed, she put down the towel and started using her hands.

Yang Shuisheng closed his eyes, feeling the tingling sensation of those soft little hands moving across his back, and the heat in his body became more and more obvious.

"Sister-in-law Yulan," Yang Shuisheng suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "You've been busy all day, you must be sweating, right?"

"Why don't you take a shower too? There's still hot water."

Liu Yulan paused, her face flushing even more, her voice barely audible: "This...this isn't appropriate...and I didn't bring any spare clothes..."

Yang Shuisheng turned his head slightly and glanced at the floral shirt she was wearing, which was faded from washing and had worn-out collar and cuffs.

This outfit has probably been worn for many years.

It seems I'll have to remember to buy her two new outfits next time I go to town.

He thought to himself, but said aloud, "It doesn't matter whether I change it or not, as long as I have a comfortable shower."

Anyway... no outsiders saw it.

Liu Yulan bit her lip, her mind in turmoil.

Feeling sticky all over was really uncomfortable, and... looking at Yang Shuisheng's strong and alluring back, the flame that had been ignited in her heart burned brighter and brighter.

She couldn't forget what that night had been like.

"Then...then turn your head away and don't look." She finally couldn't resist the temptation and whispered her request.

"Hmm, I won't look." Yang Shuisheng's lips curled up slightly.

Liu Yulan blushed and began to quietly unbutton her clothes.

She undressed very slowly and carefully, her eyes constantly fixed on Yang Shuisheng's back, afraid that he might suddenly turn around.

One by one, the tattered clothes were removed, revealing a fair, voluptuous, and stunningly curvaceous body underneath.

Her snow-white skin was dazzling.

She tested the water temperature in the bucket with her hand; it was just right.

Then, holding onto the edge of the tub, he carefully lifted one bare leg and stepped inside.

The wooden tub wasn't very big to begin with, and when she got in, their legs inevitably touched.

The warm water and the close contact of their skin caused both of them to stiffen simultaneously.

"Ah!" Liu Yulan exclaimed softly, so embarrassed she almost shrank into the water. "You...you shouldn't move!"

Yang Shuisheng could clearly feel the warm, soft body behind him, the delicate skin rubbing against his back, the sensation making all his muscles tense.

He resisted the urge to turn around and asked in a hoarse voice, "Sharing a shower together?"

Liu Yulan buried her chin in the water, only half of her flushed face showing, and said in a voice barely audible, "You...you said there were no outsiders here...?"

"And...don't you want to?"

The last few words, as light as a feather, carried an endless allure.

Yang Shuisheng's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't speak.

Why wouldn't he want to?

He really wanted it!

The space inside the wooden barrel was cramped, and the two were almost pressed together.

Liu Yulan turned her back to Yang Shuisheng, curled up into a ball, the water just covering her rounded shoulders, revealing a section of her fair and beautiful neck and wet black hair.

After washing quietly for a while, Liu Yulan suddenly spoke up: "Shui... Shuisheng... I can't reach my back a bit, could you... could you help me scrub it?"

Yang Shuisheng's breath hitched.

"Okay, Sister Yulan, turn around."

Liu Yulan slowly turned around in the water, presenting her smooth, jade-like back completely to Yang Shuisheng.

The water rippled, and the spring scenery beneath the surface was faintly visible.

Yang Shuisheng then turned around.

The beautiful scenery before him made his breathing become heavy.