The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Right...right here..."

As she spoke, she guided his face with her hand and gently pressed on the full, snowy spot on his left side.

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback by her sudden request, and then the restlessness that had just subsided in his heart suddenly surged up again.

He looked at the object so close to him, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He didn't refuse, or rather, his physical instincts and the pleading look in the woman's eyes made it impossible for him to refuse.

He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and then took a light bite.

"Um--"

Xu Xiuxia's body trembled, as if she had been electrocuted; a slight stinging and tingling pleasure instantly spread throughout her body.

She couldn't suppress a seductive moan, her arms tightening suddenly as she pressed down on Yang Shuisheng's head, as if trying to swallow him whole in that warm, soft embrace.

Her body arched slightly, her softness almost completely filling Yang Shuisheng's mouth.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her voice trembling as she pleaded in Yang Shuisheng's ear, "Yes...that's it, harder...more...uh..."

Stimulated by her coquettish and alluring pleas, Yang Shuisheng's blood boiled, and he exerted even more force.

She held his head tightly, her body trembling like willow catkins in the wind, enjoying this pleasurable intimacy.

After a while, Xu Xiuxia, panting, gently pushed Yang Shuisheng's head away.

Her face was flushed with a beautiful blush, her eyes sparkling with tears, but the flame of longing in her eyes did not die out; instead, it burned even more intensely.

She bit her lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, and suddenly rolled over and snuggled into Yang Shuisheng's arms again. This time she was even bolder, directly lifting the thin blanket and sliding in like a water snake. Her soft body pressed tightly against him, and one hand restlessly reached for his waist.

"Shuisheng..." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath on his skin, her voice filled with a greedy longing that pierced his heart, "I...I want to do it again, okay?"

Just this once, the last time.

As she spoke, her restless hand began to move eagerly, trying to ignite all his anger.

Yang Shuisheng was both amused and exasperated by her bold and audacious request, and was also secretly surprised.

Xu Xiuxia usually appears gentle and virtuous, even somewhat introverted and shy. Unexpectedly, once she lets loose in matters of love and sex, she becomes so fierce.

This insistence on doing it twice in a row seemed even stronger than that of mature women like Liu Yulan and Liu Xianglan.

However, the Qi sensation of the "Joyful Union Qi Cultivation Technique" within his body has also become active again due to the intimacy just now and the stimulation at this moment, showing signs of increasing again.

It seems that Xu Xiuxia's nourishing effects have indeed far exceeded his expectations.

This may be related to her years of suppressed emotions, her eventual release, and her special emotional dependence on him.

Feeling the warmth and softness of the woman in his arms, how could Yang Shuisheng possibly control himself?

He flipped over and pinned Xu Xiuxia down again, lowering his head to silence her pleading lips with a kiss, giving her his answer through his actions.

"Waaah~~"

Xu Xiuxia let out a sob and immediately responded with fiery passion, wrapping her arms and legs around him like vines, as if she wanted to completely melt into his power.

This night was one of unprecedented indulgence and satisfaction for Xu Xiuxia.

She was like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for too long, finally finding a spring of sweet water, greedily taking from it without ever getting tired.

With her exceptional enthusiasm and persistent cooperation, Yang Shuisheng was able to push the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" to its limit. He could clearly feel the steady increase and solidification of Qi within his body, and he seemed to be one step closer to breaking through that barrier.

When Yang Shuisheng regained consciousness and opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight outside the window.

Sunlight streamed through the paper windows, casting bright spots of light inside the room.

A faint aroma of food filled the air.

He moved around and felt a little sore, but his spirit was exceptionally high and his body was full of energy.

Although last night's training was intense, his body, which had been tempered by Qi, recovered very quickly.

He sat up, the thin blanket slipped off, revealing his muscular upper body.

He instinctively reached out to his side, but the space beside him was empty, leaving only a shallow dent and a faint, lingering fragrance.

"Shuisheng, you're awake?"

Xu Xiuxia's voice came from outside, with a light and gentle tone.

Then the curtain was lifted, and she walked in with a smile, carrying a rough porcelain bowl.

Today, Xu Xiuxia is like a flower that has been fully nourished by rain and dew, radiating a charming glow.

She changed into a clean floral print shirt, her hair was neatly combed and tied into a smooth bun at the back of her head, and she applied a thin layer of powder to her face, giving her cheeks a healthy blush. Her eyes were bright and moist, and she had a smile on her lips.

Her waist swayed gently as she walked, and her steps exuded a languid charm and contentment.

She was a completely different person from the woman who cried her eyes out and looked desperate and helpless last night.

"Are you hungry? I fried two eggs for you and cooked some porridge. Eat it while it's hot."

Xu Xiuxia placed the bowl on the small stool beside the bed; inside were golden poached eggs and steaming white porridge.

As she bent down to put the bowl down, her collar opened slightly, and Yang Shuisheng could glimpse several fresh, ambiguous red marks on her neck and below her collarbone—marks he had left the night before.

"Thank you, Sister Xia."

Yang Shuisheng accepted the bowl and chopsticks without ceremony.

He was indeed hungry.

Xu Xiuxia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her chin, watching him eat with unblinking eyes, her face filled with an almost obsessive tenderness and satisfaction.

It seemed that just watching him eat was an extremely happy thing.

Yang Shuisheng felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. He quickly finished his porridge and egg, put down his bowl, and prepared to get up and put on his clothes.

He looked down at the floor beside the bed and was stunned; the pants he had taken off last night were gone.

"Where are my pants?" Yang Shuisheng asked.

Xu Xiuxia's face flushed red instantly. She looked away and said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "Um... I accidentally... I got it a little dirty last night."

"I washed it for you this morning and hung it out to dry in the yard, but it's not completely dry yet."

It got dirty? Did you wash it?

Yang Shuisheng understood instantly, and his face flushed slightly.

Last night's battle was intense; I suspect they got involved with something they shouldn't have.

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng looked a little embarrassed, Xu Xiuxia quickly added, blushing, "I...I'll go buy you a new one right away."

"Lie down and don't move."

Without saying a word, she gently pressed Yang Shuisheng back onto the bed and covered his stomach with a blanket, her movements incredibly gentle.

After saying that, she walked out the door with light steps, and carefully closed the door to the main room from the outside.

Yang Shuisheng was the only one left in the room.

He leaned against the headboard, feeling the fullness of energy within his body, and reminiscing about the madness of last night and the tenderness of this morning, his mood somewhat complicated.

Xu Xiuxia's feelings for him were much deeper and purer than he had imagined.

How should he respond to this affection?

As he was lost in thought, his keen ears suddenly heard the sound of a key unlocking a door and then being pushed open from outside the main room.

Xu Xiuxia is back? So soon?

Yang Shuisheng was somewhat puzzled.

Immediately following was a series of light footsteps, pattering towards the inner room.

It's not Xu Xiuxia!

Yang Shuisheng's heart tightened.

The next second, the curtain to the inner room was suddenly flung open.

A chubby-faced boy, about five or six years old, carrying a small schoolbag, peeked in with his big, dark eyes.