The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback by her overreaction and subconsciously glanced at the cucumber in her hand.

The cucumber's skin was glossy and shiny, gleaming enticingly under the kerosene lamp, and the little yellow flower at the top hadn't completely wilted, clearly indicating its freshness.

Moreover, there wasn't a speck of mud on it; it looked like it had been carefully cleaned. How could it not have been washed?

He looked at Xu Xiuxia again and saw that she was holding the cucumber tightly, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were darting around, and she looked guilty and embarrassed.

Looking at this empty house, she lives alone, and the children aren't coming home tonight...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Yang Shuisheng, like a bolt of lightning.

He suddenly remembered something, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

The quality of this cucumber, its length and thickness, and Xu Xiuxia's unusual attitude...

Could it be that this cucumber isn't meant to be eaten, but rather...?

He understood instantly!

No wonder Xu Xiuxia reacted so strongly; this cucumber was probably a tool she used to satisfy some personal needs.

I just said I wanted to eat; this misunderstanding has gotten really big.

Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of heat rush to his cheeks, so embarrassed that he could dig his toes out of his skin.

"Then...then let's just drink water."

He quickly coughed twice and looked away, pretending nothing had happened, saying in as natural a tone as possible, "I'm thirsty too, water is good, it quenches thirst."

Xu Xiuxia realized that she had overreacted and felt even more embarrassed. Holding the cucumber was like holding a hot potato; she didn't know whether to put it down or not.

She lowered her head and said in a voice barely audible, "Then sit for a while. I'll go inside and change my clothes; I smell of cooking oil all over me. Please pour yourself some water."

After saying that, she turned around, holding the cucumber, lifted the curtain, and went into the inner bedroom, pulling the curtain shut tightly.

Yang Shuisheng breathed a sigh of relief, poured himself a bowl of water, and gulped down a few mouthfuls to calm his nerves.

The room was so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat; the atmosphere was awkward and subtle.

He was thinking that he would say goodbye and leave as soon as Xu Xiuxia came out after changing her clothes.

But just then...

"ah--"

Suddenly, a short scream came from Xu Xiuxia in the inner bedroom.

His voice was filled with fear, and it didn't sound fake!

"Sister Xia! What's wrong?"

Yang Shuisheng's heart tightened. Ignoring everything else, he abruptly stood up, rushed to the curtain, flung it open, and burst inside, urgently asking, "What happened?"

His words came to an abrupt halt.

In the bedroom, a smaller kerosene lamp was lit, casting a dim light.

Xu Xiuxia was standing by the bed with her back to the door. She had obviously just taken off her outer clothes and was about to change. At this moment, she was only wearing an old undershirt that was so thin it was almost transparent, and below it seemed to be only a pair of equally thin floral shorts.

Her body was trembling slightly from the fright she had just experienced.

The old undershirt couldn't cover anything at all. Under the dim light, her entire smooth, fair back, her slender waist, and the curves of her pert, round buttocks, which were barely covered by the hem of the undershirt, were all exposed to Yang Shuisheng's view without reservation.

The fabric of the t-shirt was very sheer, and one could even vaguely see the outline of the light-colored, small, close-fitting garment underneath, and further down, two straight, slender, and fair-skinned thighs...

Xu Xiuxia turned her head in fright at the noise, her face still showing shock. When she saw Yang Shuisheng rushing in and his eyes suddenly becoming fixed on her, she belatedly realized that she was almost half-naked.

"ah--"

Another, even shorter scream rang out. She frantically tried to grab the clothes on the bed to cover herself, but the more flustered she became, the clumsier she moved, making the thin undershirt even more disheveled. Her full, round breasts heaved violently under the fabric, their protrusions barely visible, while the alluring scenery of her waist, hips, and legs was fully revealed.

Yang Shuisheng also realized what had happened and quickly looked away, but the fleeting glimpse of the snow-white scenery and alluring curves was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Sister Xia, what...what did you just call out?"

He forced himself to remain calm and asked again, "What happened?"

"A rat! There's a rat!" Xu Xiuxia pointed to the corner against the wall at the foot of the bed, her voice trembling, still shaken. She didn't care that her clothes were disheveled, her face full of terror.

Upon hearing that it was a rat, Yang Shuisheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his gaze still involuntarily swept quickly over her smooth back and slender legs before he forced himself to look away and carefully search the ground.

"Where is it? I can't see it."

Yang Shuisheng squinted and carefully examined the area around the bed, in the corner, and under the cabinet by the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

"It's...it's right over there. It just jumped out from under the bed and ran behind that little cabinet."

Xu Xiuxia shrank back even further, almost pressed against the wall, and pointed to a small wooden cabinet about half a person's height that was used to store miscellaneous items against the wall.

Seeing this, Yang Shuisheng walked towards the small wooden cabinet.

He crouched down carefully, trying not to make too much noise, to see what was under the cabinet.

"You...you be careful," Xu Xiuxia reminded him anxiously from behind.

Yang Shuisheng nodded, reached out and grabbed a corner of the small wooden cabinet, and tried to move it gently.

The wooden cabinet was quite heavy, so he used a little force.

But just as the wooden cabinet was moved open by a crack...

"squeak--"

A dark gray shadow, as fast as lightning, suddenly darted out from the gap under the cabinet.

It was that frightened mouse!

In its panic, it didn't run towards the door or the corner, but instead rushed straight to the center of the room, where Xu Xiuxia was standing.

"ah--"

Xu Xiuxia saw the gray shadow rushing straight towards her feet and let out a short scream in fright.

She had only one thought in her mind: get out of there as quickly as possible!

She didn't have time to think; her body's instincts drove her to lunge forward.

Ahead, there was only Yang Shuisheng, who had just stood up.

"Bang!"

A warm, soft body collided with her solidly.

With all her might, Xu Xiuxia rushed into Yang Shuisheng's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and shoulders, her entire weight resting on him.

Her face was buried deep in Yang Shuisheng's neck, her body trembling violently with fear. Through her thin clothes, Yang Shuisheng could clearly feel the fullness and softness of her breasts, which were pressing tightly against his chest with her panting and trembling, bringing waves of strange sensations.

Yang Shuisheng was knocked back half a step by her sudden lunge before he regained his balance.

He instinctively reached out and supported her smooth, delicate waist and back.

The skin was incredibly smooth and warm to the touch, and her waist was slender and soft, barely a handful.

Her legs went weak with fear, and she clung almost entirely to him, their bodies pressed tightly together from chest to thigh.

The scent of a mature woman emanating from her body instantly enveloped Yang Shuisheng, so intense it made him dizzy.

He could feel her heart pounding violently against his chest through her thin clothes.

Her warm breath came in rapid gasps onto his neck and ears, trembling slightly.

The culprit, the rat, had already darted past their feet and out of the bedroom, disappearing somewhere unknown.

In the bedroom, only the two people, tightly embracing in an ambiguous posture, remained. The air seemed to freeze, with only Xu Xiuxia's suppressed panting and Yang Shuisheng's suddenly accelerated heartbeat.