The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Granny Sun slammed the door and went inside, and the courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Looking at the tightly closed door, and then at Yang Shuisheng, who was standing in front of Liu Yulan with an unfriendly gaze, Zhao Hu felt a surge of resentment and wicked thoughts.

"Water Brothers"

He rubbed his hands together, forced a smile, and tentatively said to Yang Shuisheng, "You see, cooking at home is no problem, but once it's done, someone has to deliver it, right? Otherwise, the brothers have to come all the way over to pick it up, which is such a hassle."

"How about we have Yulan make it and deliver it to my house? It's just a short walk..."

His original plan was to have Liu Yulan cook at his home and find an opportunity to force the issue, but now that Yang Shuisheng has interfered, he has no choice but to settle for second best and lure Liu Yulan to his neighborhood before making his move.

"Zhao Hu, are you deaf or can't you understand human speech?"

Yang Shuisheng's eyes turned cold, and his tone was filled with warning and annoyance: "I said, do it here, and come pick it up yourself when it's done."

"If you find it troublesome or don't understand, then get the hell out of here right now!"

"Sister-in-law Yulan is not taking this job anymore, do you understand?"

His last sentence was almost a growl, which startled Zhao Hu so much that he trembled and completely extinguished his last bit of wicked thoughts. He quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no! I understand, I understand, I'll do it right here."

"I'll come and get it then, Brother Shuisheng, don't be angry. I'll leave now and go prepare."

After saying that, he dared not linger any longer. Without even saying goodbye to Liu Yulan, he turned around and slunk out of the courtyard.

"You slut!"

After Zhao Hu had walked away, Granny Sun's low, vicious curses echoed from the main room, clearly intended for the two people in the courtyard to hear: "A widow who's lost her husband, yet she's so unfaithful, always flirting with other men! How shameless!"

"Pah! You jinx!"

These were extremely harsh words, insulting not only Liu Yulan but also Yang Shuisheng.

Liu Yulan bit her lip, lowered her head, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Old woman Sun, if you keep talking so foully, I won't mind going in and giving you a good spanking."

Yang Shuisheng's eyes sharpened, and he abruptly turned to look at the main room, his voice icy: "I'd also like to know how Brother Kun will react when he hears someone insulting his brother like that."

The room fell silent instantly.

Granny Sun was clearly afraid that Yang Shuisheng would actually make a move, and even more afraid of Wang Kun behind him.

Although she was mean and greedy, she wasn't stupid.

She dared to say a few words to Yang Shuisheng, but she didn't dare utter a single word to Wang Kun.

A few seconds later, a deliberately heavy footstep came from inside the house. Granny Sun seemed to have gone into the inner room and didn't make a sound again.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Liu Yulan then raised her head, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and looked at Yang Shuisheng with gratitude and lingering fear on her face. Her voice was still a little choked up: "Shuisheng, I'm so grateful to you again today. If you hadn't come in time, I... I really don't know what would have happened."

She looked at Yang Shuisheng with eyes full of joy and dependence.

"Don't be so polite with me." Yang Shuisheng's tone softened as he lifted the plastic bag in his hand. "Sister-in-law Yulan, I came here because I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"I accidentally tore one of my clothes and would like to ask you to help me mend it."

"What's the trouble?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yulan smiled and quickly said, "Come in quickly, it's sunny outside. Come in and let me take a look at you."

She led Yang Shuisheng into the side room where she lived.

The room was small, but clean and tidy. There was an old wooden bed, a cabinet with peeling paint, and a small table by the window with a sewing basket on it.

The room was filled with a faint, pleasant scent.

Liu Yulan closed the door to block the view from outside, poured Yang Shuisheng a bowl of water first, and then took the bag from his hand.

"Where is it torn? Let me see..." she said, opening the plastic bag and taking out the light blue women's shirt.

When Liu Yulan saw the style and size of the shirt, especially the obvious rip at the chest, she paused, a clear look of confusion on her face.

She looked up at Yang Shuisheng and asked hesitantly, "Shuisheng, this...this is women's clothing?"

"And this size doesn't seem to be for you? This is..."

"Oh, this."

Yang Shuisheng was already prepared, so he remained calm and explained naturally, "It was a friend I met in town who kindly gave it to me because I didn't have many decent clothes."

"But this doesn't fit me, it's too small. I was thinking of returning it, but I accidentally tore it. It wouldn't be right to just return it like this, so I was thinking of asking you, Sister Yulan, to mend it for me and then I'll send it back to the person."

"We can't just take someone's things for free and then break them."

His words made perfect sense. Although Liu Yulan felt that the style and color of the clothes were not something a man would give to another man, she didn't think too much about it. After hearing what he said, she nodded and said, "I see. Okay, let me see. I should be able to fix it."

She picked up the shirt, held it up to the light from the window, carefully examined the location and direction of the tear, then found the closest-colored blue thread in the sewing basket, threaded the needle, and sat on the edge of the bed to begin mending it with great concentration.

Her fingers were slender and nimble. She held the needle and stitched quickly and steadily, with fine and even stitches. It was clear that she had honed her skills through years of needlework.

Yang Shuisheng sat on the small stool next to her, looking at her focused profile.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her fair and delicate neck and cheek, revealing the fine downy hairs on her face.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes were long and thick, her nose was straight and upturned, her lips were slightly pursed, and her expression was serious.

Because she was bending over to mend her shirt, the collar was slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair skin that rose and fell gently with her breath.

As he watched, Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of heat within him.

He quietly took out the small measuring tape that the tailor shop owner had given him last time from his pocket and slowly approached Liu Yulan, pretending to be casual.

"Sister-in-law Yulan, your needlework is truly superb," ​​Yang Shuisheng praised in a low voice, his breath almost brushing against her ear.

Liu Yulan's body trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears flushed red, but she didn't pull away. She just whispered, "No, it's just a quick sew..."

Taking advantage of her distraction, Yang Shuisheng pretended to brush away a stray strand of hair from her forehead with the measuring tape in his hand. In reality, one end of the measuring tape had already silently and gently touched her thin shoulder and began to measure slowly backward along her shoulder line.

His fingers accidentally touched the delicate skin on the side of her neck, sending a faint electric current through him.

Liu Yulan was completely focused on mending the clothes. She only felt Yang Shuisheng's close proximity and the ticklish breath on her ear. The places on her body that he touched felt tingly and numb, making her heart beat a little faster and her cheeks slowly flush. However, she assumed that Yang Shuisheng was unintentional and did not think much of it. Nevertheless, her body stiffened slightly and her breathing became a little rapid.

While secretly measuring her shoulder and back width with a tape measure, Yang Shuisheng's other hand was also restless, gently placing it on her slender waist. Through the thin clothes, he could feel the curve and warmth of her soft waist.

His fingers lightly caressed her waist, almost imperceptibly.

Liu Yulan's sewing movements became slower and slower, and the blush on her face became more and more obvious.

She could clearly feel the warmth of Yang Shuisheng's palm and the alluring touch. Her heart pounded wildly, and a tingling desire rose from her lower abdomen, making her body feel weak.

She bit her lip, trying to concentrate on the needlework, but the needle in her hand seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Shuisheng...stop...stop it..." She finally couldn't help but plead in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "It'll be done soon...if you keep doing this, I won't be able to hold the needle properly, what if my mom comes in and sees us?"

As she spoke, she glanced subconsciously toward the door, her eyes filled with nervousness and shyness.

Yang Shuisheng chuckled softly, not stopping but moving even closer, his lips almost touching her reddened earlobe, his breath hot: "Who can resist when Sister-in-law Yulan is so beautiful and so lovable?"

As he spoke, the hand that had been resting on her waist began to slowly move upwards, caressing her slender waistline through her clothes, and gradually approaching her soft, full breasts.

Liu Yulan's body stiffened abruptly, and the needle in her hand fell onto her leg.

Her breathing became rapid instantly, her chest heaving violently, and her full, round breasts outlined an exaggerated curve under her old shirt.

She wanted to push Yang Shuisheng away, but her body was too weak to move. The resistance in her heart gradually melted away under his hot breath and strong yet gentle touch, turning into a half-hearted resistance.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling violently, her cheeks flushed, letting that hot, large hand ignite unfamiliar flames on her body.