The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng returned to his dilapidated house, his heart burning with a mixture of heat and restlessness.

Every second of waiting felt incredibly long.

His mind was filled with thoughts of Liu Yulan's soft body, the confrontation with the supply and marketing cooperative the next day, and the secret hidden in Zhao Youcai's drawer.

The night grew deeper.

Finally, a very faint sound of footsteps came from outside, growing louder as it approached, and stopped at his door.

coming!

Yang Shuisheng was overjoyed. He held his breath, smiled silently in the darkness, and went behind the door to prepare a surprise for Liu Yulan.

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and a slender figure slipped in cautiously, turning sideways and trying to close the door behind her.

It's now!

Yang Shuisheng stepped silently out from behind the door, spread his arms, and gave the person a tight hug from behind.

His arms tightened instantly, carefully feeling the softness and slenderness of the body in his arms.

Huh?

She seemed a bit thinner than Liu Yulan, and her frame was smaller, but the parts that should have flesh were plump and soft to the touch. Through the thin clothes, you could feel the tightness and curves unique to a young girl.

"ah--"

A sharp, almost piercing scream suddenly exploded in his arms.

"Let me go, Yang Shuisheng!"

The body in his arms suddenly stiffened, then began to struggle and writhe desperately, followed by angry curses: "You filthy scoundrel! You bastard! You took advantage of me again, I'm not finished with you!"

That voice doesn't belong to Liu Yulan.

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly let go, taking a look through the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Standing before him, chest heaving violently, eyes blazing with anger, who else could it be but Yu Qianwei?

"Yu Qianwei? It's you?"

Yang Shuisheng was also stunned, subconsciously took half a step back, and awkwardly touched his nose.

"Who else could it be but me?"

"You bastard! I knew you couldn't change your ways."

"You couldn't get what you wanted in my house during the day, so you're trying to force yourself on me at night?"

Yu Qianwei was so angry that she was trembling all over. She pointed at Yang Shuisheng's nose and cursed him, tears welling up in her eyes.

It hadn't been long, and she was being hugged by that annoying man again, both times in the dark. She was absolutely furious.

"I...I didn't mean to," Yang Shuisheng explained awkwardly. "I thought it was someone else."

"Not on purpose? Then who did you intentionally try to hug?" Yu Qianwei persisted, "Did you get involved with someone in the village?"

Yang Shuisheng was speechless when asked the question. He couldn't very well say, "I thought it was Liu Yulan who came to sleep with me, could I?"

He could only shut his mouth and remain silent.

"Speak up! Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Weren't you quite talkative at my house during the day? Now you've become mute?"

Seeing his silence, Yu Qianwei became even more furious, thinking he was guilty of something he had done wrong.

Yang Shuisheng remained silent, simply watching her quietly.

"Forget it! I didn't come here to argue with you."

Yu Qianwei cursed for a while, but seeing that he remained silent, she felt bored. Remembering the purpose of her visit, she suppressed her anger and changed the subject: "I came to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, I apologize." Yu Qianwei bit her lip, as if it was difficult for her to say these words, "about the supply and marketing cooperative helping you transport things to my house."

"I later secretly went to the side room to check and took inventory."

"The items I bought don't match the numbers; there are extra candies, pastries, rice, noodles, and meat, as you mentioned."

"My mom was too greedy and wanted to keep it for herself. My dad was concerned about his image and forgot to buy something, so he was afraid of losing face in front of my classmates, and that's why..."

She paused, her voice lowering with a hint of shame: "This was my family's fault."

"I can't give you those things right now; my mom has put them away and locked them up. She needs them for the banquet tomorrow."

"But I can give you an IOU, and I'll pay you back slowly later."

"This is my saved-up pocket money, ten yuan, here you go."

As she spoke, she seemed to have made a great decision, and took out a neatly folded ten-yuan bill from her dress pocket and handed it to Yang Shuisheng.

Under the moonlight, you could see that her slender fingers were trembling slightly.

Yang Shuisheng looked at the ten yuan, his feelings were complicated.

Based on his understanding of Yu Qianwei, for this pampered girl who had been spoiled since childhood to be able to swallow her pride and secretly apologize, and even take out all her pocket money, was already a sign of great sincerity and determination.

"That's it?" Yang Shuisheng didn't take the money, his tone indifferent. "Ten yuan? You think you can get rid of my two hundred-plus yuan worth of stuff?"

"And what about all that? During the day at your house, your mom yelled at you to your face, and your classmates treated you like a thief. How do you account for that?"

Yu Qianwei's face paled, and her fingers tightened around the money.

She was most afraid of Yang Shuisheng mentioning this.

"Then... what do you want?"

She gritted her teeth, looked up at Yang Shuisheng, and said in a trembling voice, "I really can't come up with the things right now, but I'll pay you back slowly."

"As for... as for the grievances you suffered during the day, you can vent them on me, and I can let you get revenge."

"You can curse me all you want, do whatever you want."

"Just don't cause trouble at the supply and marketing cooperative, and don't embarrass my dad in front of so many people."

She spoke the last few words quickly and urgently, her face flushed red, clearly feeling extremely ashamed to have said something like "I can be beaten or scolded at will."

Looking at her heroic and martyred appearance, Yang Shuisheng suddenly had a mischievous idea.

He looked Yu Qianwei up and down; her figure, accentuated by her dress, appeared exceptionally slender, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips as he slowly took a step closer.

"Oh? I can do whatever I want? Really?"

"What...what do you want to do?"

Yu Qianwei felt uneasy under his aggressive gaze and instinctively hugged her arms and shrank back.

"Yang Shuisheng, I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!"

"What do I want to do?" Yang Shuisheng leaned closer, almost able to smell the fresh soapy scent of her fresh shower and a faint hint of her youthful fragrance. He lowered his voice, teasingly saying, "Didn't you say you'd let me vent my anger?"

"I really want to vent my anger right now."

Yu Qianwei turned even paler with fright. As she looked at Yang Shuisheng's face, which was so close to hers, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through her mind.

She wanted to run, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

Tomorrow, her father will be holding a grand celebration for his college admission in front of so many relatives, friends, and classmates. She doesn't dare to imagine the consequences if Yang Shuisheng makes her lose face because of this.

Shame and the desire to save face for her father were constantly pulling at each other, creating a fierce battle within her.

Finally, she closed her eyes tightly and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"At most... at most I can let you touch me once, just once!"

"Don't even think about anything else!"