The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Looking into Xu Xiuxia's eyes, which held a pleading look yet also hinted at loneliness and longing, Yang Shuisheng swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

He nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, sister-in-law."

"No trouble at all!"

Xu Xiuxia's face immediately lit up with a joyful smile, and she quickly said, "Please sit down first, I'll go get you a clean set of bedding."

"No need for all that trouble. Just give me a mat or a sheet, and I'll make do on the floor of this main room for the night." Yang Shuisheng didn't want to go through too much trouble.

"How can that be?" Xu Xiuxia immediately shook her head, her tone insistent. "I asked you to stay, how can I let you sleep on the floor?"

"The bed in the room is big enough, you...you can sleep on the bed."

"I'll get you some water. Wash your face and soak your feet to rest."

As she spoke, before Yang Shuisheng could object again, she turned and quickly went to the kitchen outside.

Soon, she came out carrying a steaming wooden basin with a clean towel draped over its rim.

She placed the basin beside Yang Shuisheng's feet and then went to get the soap.

"Come on, wash your face first and then soak your feet. You must be tired after walking such a long way." Xu Xiuxia's voice returned to its usual gentleness, with a hint of concern and attentiveness.

Yang Shuisheng didn't refuse anymore; he was indeed a bit tired.

He squatted down, washed his face with hot water, took off his shoes and socks, soaked his slightly sore feet in the warm water, and sighed comfortably.

Xu Xiuxia watched from the side, a gentle smile on her face.

After he had soaked for a while, she turned around and went into the inner room. She rummaged around for a while and then came out with a pair of brand-new cloth shoes with black uppers and white soles.

"Here, change into these, they're clean." Xu Xiuxia handed him the shoes, her face slightly flushed and her eyes flickering. She explained, "These... these were originally made for my husband, but I haven't had a chance to give them to him yet. They're new, so please don't mind wearing them."

Yang Shuisheng took the shoes. They felt thick and soft to the touch, with fine stitches, clearly made with care.

He glanced at the shoes, then at Xu Xiuxia's evasive gaze, and a thought stirred within him.

These shoes are so new that there isn't a speck of dust on them, let alone any signs of having been worn.

And the size seems to be just right?

He had never told Xu Xiuxia what size shoes he wore before.

He tried putting his foot in, and sure enough, it was just the right size, as if it had been made especially for him.

"As long as it's suitable."

When Xu Xiuxia saw that the clothes fit him perfectly, a hint of shy joy flashed across her face, but she still said, "I'll go pour out the water. You go inside first; the bed is ready."

Yang Shuisheng watched her retreating figure, then looked down at the overly perfect new shoes on her feet, and already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

These shoes were probably not prepared for her deceased husband at all. Xu Xiuxia probably made them for him secretly at some point, or bought them, and hid them in the house.

Perhaps I've been waiting for an opportunity to present it to him naturally.

This realization made Yang Shuisheng feel uneasy.

Xu Xiuxia's feelings for him seemed to go beyond mere gratitude.

I'm afraid she already had other intentions.

Without thinking further, he changed into comfortable cloth shoes and went into the inner room.

The bed in the inner room was indeed quite large; it was a typical wooden plank bed common in the countryside, covered with a clean blue-printed cotton sheet, and a thin quilt was neatly folded inside.

A faint fragrance filled the room.

Xu Xiuxia quickly returned with the water and used the remaining hot water to wash herself.

There was a moment of silence between them, and a subtle awkwardness and ambiguity filled the air.

"Then...then you sleep inside, and I'll sleep outside," Xu Xiuxia said softly, her head down, her ears turning red.

"Okay." Yang Shuisheng didn't say much. He took off his outer clothes, leaving only his undershirt and trousers, climbed to the inside of the bed, lay down against the wall, and closed his eyes.

Xu Xiuxia blew out the kerosene lamp on the table, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness, with only moonlight shining in through the window.

She quietly took off her outer clothes, leaving only a thin undershirt and trousers, and lay down gently on the outside.

Even with his eyes closed, Yang Shuisheng could still hear the sounds.

The two lay side by side, with an arm's length between them.

No one spoke; the room was so quiet that you could hear each other's uneven breathing, and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

Yang Shuisheng closed his eyes, but was wide awake.

He could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from Xu Xiuxia beside him, and feel the contours of her body and the warmth she exuded.

The image of her venting her emotions on her own last time involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

Xu Xiuxia next to her was obviously unable to sleep either; her breathing was sometimes rapid, sometimes held, and her body would occasionally move slightly involuntarily.

Time flowed slowly in silence and awkwardness.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Yang Shuisheng thought the night would pass peacefully, he felt Xu Xiuxia beside him slowly turn over and face him sideways.

Then, a slightly cool hand, trembling slightly, gently and tentatively landed on his chest, pressing against his heart through his thin shirt.

Yang Shuisheng's body stiffened slightly, but he did not move or open his eyes, maintaining his even breathing as if he were asleep.

The hand lingered on his chest for a few seconds, feeling his steady heartbeat. Seemingly encouraged, it began to slowly move down, sliding from his chest to his abdomen, the fingertips even able to feel the outline of his abdominal muscles.

At the same time, a soft, fragrant body quietly moved towards him little by little.

Xu Xiuxia carefully rested her head on his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his neck.

Yang Shuisheng could feel the softness and warmth of her body, which was almost completely pressed against his side.

The touch of that hand lingering on his abdomen became clearer and more alluring.

The already vigorous blood and energy within him, honed by cultivation, began to stir uncontrollably, and a certain part of his body responded honestly, creating a distinct outline beneath his thin trousers.

He kept his eyes closed, trying to suppress the increasingly strong impulse and embarrassment, hoping that Xu Xiuxia would stop.

However, Xu Xiuxia seemed to have misunderstood his silence.

She thought Yang Shuisheng was really asleep, and her courage gradually grew.

She rested her face on his shoulder and gently rubbed against his neck.

The hand that had been on his abdomen began to wander more restlessly, even tentatively trying to explore lower, more sensitive areas...

Yang Shuisheng could no longer keep up the act.

Just as her increasingly audacious hand was about to touch the edge of the forbidden zone, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wandering wrist.

"Alright, Sister Xia."

He opened his eyes and looked at Xu Xiuxia's blurry outline so close to him in the darkness. His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of restrained helplessness.

"Sister Xia, this is not appropriate."

Xu Xiuxia's movements suddenly stopped, and her body stiffened.

In the darkness, she could feel the strength of Yang Shuisheng's grip on her wrist and hear the resistance in his tone.

A huge sense of loss and inferiority overwhelmed her instantly.

"No...not suitable?" Her voice trembled, filled with hurt and self-mockery. "Am I not pretty enough? Or is my figure not good enough for you?"

"Or do you look down on me because I'm a widow, I've had children, and I'm no longer considered a virgin, is that it?"

As she spoke, she suddenly became agitated, abruptly pulled her hand back, and sat up abruptly from the bed.

The thin blanket covering her slipped off as she moved.

Under the moonlight, her upper body, clad only in a thin, close-fitting undershirt, was almost completely exposed to the air.

The tight-fitting dress couldn't contain her full, voluptuous breasts at all, outlining their pert curves in the moonlight, with the tips faintly visible.

A slender waist, rounded shoulders, and a chest that rose and fell slightly with excitement.

Caught off guard, Yang Shuisheng glanced over and felt his mouth dry, his blood rushing to his head, and his body reacting even more strongly.

"No...no!"

He quickly sat up, looked away, and explained somewhat awkwardly, "Sister Xia, you...you don't misunderstand, that's not what I meant."

"You're beautiful and have a great figure. I just feel that things aren't right for us. It's not good for you... and it's not good for me."

"What's wrong with it?"

Xu Xiuxia ignored him. She turned around and faced Yang Shuisheng. The moonlight illuminated half of her face, which showed traces of wet tears and the boldness driven by desire and emotion.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng's evasive gaze, she suddenly reached out and gently pressed a slightly cool finger to his lips, stopping him from saying anything more.

"Shuisheng...don't think too much about it."

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable firmness and allure, like a feather tickling the heart in the quiet night.

Tonight, it's just you and me here.

"As long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, no one will know."

"I... I just wanted to thank you, and also to make myself feel less cold and less empty."

As she spoke, she leaned forward again, almost touching Yang Shuisheng, her full, soft breasts nearly touching his arm.

Her breath was sweet as orchids, and she said with an invitation, "How about we... keep each other warm?"