The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Send a letter?"

Yang Shuisheng frowned slightly.

Although he had guessed that the other party was from the city, he thought it was at most from the county town, but he never expected it to be from the provincial capital!

"Sending it to the provincial capital is no problem; there's a post office in the town where you can send letters."

"But I need to go to town myself, which means I'll have to leave the village for most of the day. During that time, you must stay at home obediently and absolutely not make any noise. Can you do that?"

"Yes! I can definitely do it!" Lin Wan immediately sat up straight, nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with assurance and pleading. "I promise I'll stay in the house and not go anywhere. I won't make a sound if anyone comes. Don't worry."

"Okay, then you wait here, I'll go get you some paper and a pen." After saying that, Yang Shuisheng got up and went out the door again.

His family was so poor that they naturally wouldn't have things like writing paper and pens.

The only place in the village that might sell these things is the small shop run by Zhao Youcai's family.

Night had fallen, and most households in the village had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep.

Yang Shuisheng quickly arrived at the front of Zhao Youcai's two-story building, where one of the shops on the ground floor was a small store.

The window still glowed with the dim light of a kerosene lamp, indicating that the door wasn't completely closed.

He had just reached the door when he ran into Zhou Caifeng coming out from inside, holding a large iron lock, seemingly preparing to close the door.

Today, Zhou Caifeng was wearing a light pink women's jacket and black pants. Her hair was also tied up. When she looked up and saw Yang Shuisheng, her eyes lit up instantly, and a surprised and delighted smile bloomed on her face. Forgetting that she was still holding the lock, she rushed over to greet him.

"Shuisheng! You're finally here! Where have you been these past few days? I missed you so much!"

Her voice was sweet and soft, filled with undisguised longing and passion. As she spoke, she even stood on tiptoe and, before Yang Shuisheng could react, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

A rich scent of face cream instantly enveloped Yang Shuisheng's face.

"Tell me, what have you been up to these past few days?"

After kissing him, she didn't pull away, but looked up at Yang Shuisheng with her eyes sparkling, gently poking his chest with her finger: "I haven't seen a soul in sight, have you forgotten about your aunt?"

Yang Shuisheng was a little stunned by her sudden enthusiasm. He quickly leaned back, created some distance, and whispered, "Auntie, don't be silly. I went into the mountains to find herbs and just got back. I wanted to buy something from you."

"Going into the mountains to find medicine?" Zhou Caifeng was taken aback for a moment, then leaned closer to look him up and down. "Are you alright? The mountains are dangerous. Don't go wandering around alone again."

"It's nothing, I'm fine." Yang Shuisheng was too lazy to argue and got back to the point, "I'd like to buy some stationery and a pen, do you have any here?"

"Letter paper? Pen?" Zhou Caifeng blinked, her face showing curiosity. "Who are you writing to? Did you meet a girl in the city?"

"Nobody's here, I'm just figuring things out on my own, trying to learn how to write something," Yang Shuisheng replied casually.

"You're just making things up on your own?" Zhou Caifeng clearly didn't believe him, but she didn't press him for details. She just gave him a reproachful look. "You're keeping it a secret from your aunt? Fine, then I won't ask."

"I have some letter paper, but not much left, it's all leftover from previous shipments."

"As for pencils, I do have some new ones. Wait here, Auntie will get them for you. You don't need to buy any, Auntie will give them to you."

As she spoke, she turned around and swayed her hips as she entered the convenience store, rummaging through a pile of miscellaneous goods.

Yang Shuisheng knew these things weren't worth much, so he didn't refuse and stood at the door waiting.

Soon, Zhou Caifeng came out with several slightly yellowed sheets of paper and a pencil, and stuffed them into Yang Shuisheng's hands.

"Here, take it. What's the point of buying more with just this little bit?" Zhou Caifeng said with a smile, but her fingers mischievously scratched Yang Shuisheng's palm.

"Thanks, Auntie." Yang Shuisheng took the things and prepared to leave. "I'll head back now. You should get some rest too."

"Hey, wait!" Zhou Caifeng grabbed his arm, preventing him from leaving.

She glanced at the pitch-black upstairs, then turned to look at Yang Shuisheng, a tempting blush rising on her face. Her eyes were watery and filled with longing. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, her breath sweet as orchids, "Shuisheng, are you leaving already?"

"It's been several days since we last met. I'm coming to your place tonight, so please take good care of me and help me recover, okay?"

"Auntie has missed you so much these past few days..."

As she spoke, her body was almost pressed against Yang Shuisheng's, her full breasts intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his arm, and the rich fragrance and warm scent of a mature woman enveloped him.

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat, and the flame within him suddenly ignited.

"No, Auntie."

But he immediately remembered that Lin Wan was still hiding at home, and he had important business to attend to tomorrow. He quickly composed himself, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "I have to get up early to work in the fields tomorrow, and I need to sleep as soon as I get back. Let's do it another day."

"Oh, it'll only be a little while... I won't disturb your sleep..." Zhou Caifeng insisted, hugging his arm and gently shaking it, her voice soft and sticky, pleading.

She had been itching to get back to work these past few days. Having tasted the sweetness before, and after such a long time, she couldn't suppress the lustful fire in her heart.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng right in front of them, how could they let him go so easily?

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng was still shaking his head, Zhou Caifeng's eyes darted around, as if she had made up her mind.

"Wait here! Just wait for me!" she said quickly, releasing Yang Shuisheng's arm.

After saying that, without waiting for Yang Shuisheng to react, she turned around, quickly slipped up the stairs leading to the second floor, and soon disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Yang Shuisheng stood at the door, unsure whether to leave or stay, feeling somewhat anxious.

What mischief is Caifeng up to this week?

A few minutes later, light footsteps could be heard again on the stairs.

Zhou Caifeng came down, her face flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

She strode up to Yang Shuisheng, grabbed his hand without a word, and slammed the door of the convenience store shut from the inside with her other hand, even bolting it shut.

"Auntie, what are you doing...?" Yang Shuisheng was bewildered by her actions.

"Shh! Don't speak, come with me."

Zhou Caifeng lowered her voice, a sly yet bold smile on her face, and pulled Yang Shuisheng toward the innermost part of the convenience store, toward the small warehouse where miscellaneous goods were stored.

The warehouse was small, filled with boxes of soap, towels, soy sauce, vinegar and other goods, leaving only a narrow aisle.

There were no windows, only a faint sliver of light filtering through the crack in the door, making it almost pitch black.

Zhou Caifeng pulled Yang Shuisheng into the warehouse and then closed the thin wooden door behind her.

In the small, dark, and enclosed space, only the two people's rapid breathing and the scent emanating from each other could be heard.

"Aunt Feng, no, Zhao Youcai is still upstairs," Yang Shuisheng said anxiously in a low voice.

If Zhao Youcai comes down here, or if someone knocks on the door, everything will be over.

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhou Caifeng chuckled softly. In the darkness, her soft body slithered up to him like a snake, her arms encircling Yang Shuisheng's neck, her lips almost touching his ear, her breath hot.

"He's been drinking and is sleeping like a log."

"And I just went upstairs and gave him some sleeping pills. I guarantee he'll sleep soundly until dawn, not even thunder could wake him."

As she spoke, one hand had already wandered restlessly inside Yang Shuisheng's clothes, caressing his firm, warm chest, while the other hand guided Yang Shuisheng's hand to her plump, hot body. Her voice was filled with unbearable desire as she breathed and said, "Good Shuisheng... don't dawdle, hurry... hurry and help Auntie get better."

"Auntie feels terrible, just for a little while, it'll be over soon!"