The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Come on, let's eat something first."

After kneading for a while, Zhou Caifeng stopped, wiped herself with a cloth, and then took out braised meat and steamed buns wrapped in oil paper: "Don't cook for yourself these few days. I'll bring you food every day until your legs are better."

Yang Shuisheng took the steamed bun and meat, took a bite, and found the braised meat to be quite delicious and flavorful.

As he ate, he casually asked, "By the way, Aunt Feng, you keep coming here so often, bringing me medicine and food. What if Zhao Youcai finds out? That wouldn't be good, would it?"

Zhou Caifeng was tidying up the medicine bottles when she heard this. Her hands paused, and a hint of unease flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her nonchalant demeanor and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

"He doesn't usually care about me much. Besides, I'm just showing concern for my fellow villagers; it's just neighbors helping each other out. What can he say?"

"Oh right, speaking of Lao Zhao, I almost forgot to tell you."

As she spoke, she seemed to suddenly remember something, looked around, leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng, and said in an even softer voice, "Last night, wasn't he going to find Zhao Hu? But he came back not long after he left, and his face looked terrible."

"I overheard him talking to himself, it seemed that Zhao Hu wasn't home at all, and he had come looking for him. This morning, I saw him sneaking out again, probably to go find Zhao Hu again."

"When I went back to get something, I saw him come back looking dejected, muttering something about disappearing without a trace, wondering if he had really been taken away by his enemies."

"He looked a little scared."

"They probably worried that Zhao Hu's enemies would also target him because he and Zhao Hu are uncle and nephew."

As Zhou Caifeng spoke, a hint of disdain and mockery appeared on her face: "You didn't see how cowardly he was. He was restless at home, constantly looking at the door and the window, suspicious of everything."

"Hmph, he's usually so dignified in the village, but he gets scared like this when something happens."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Zhao Youcai was feeling guilty, and with Zhao Hu missing again and the body still undisposed of, he was starting to scare himself.

He swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and said calmly, "Zhao Youcai is the village head, how can he be so cowardly?"

"Him? What about the village chief? He's just a bully in the village." Zhou Caifeng pouted, clearly also dissatisfied with Zhao Youcai.

She watched Yang Shuisheng eat slowly and deliberately, her gaze sweeping over his strong, muscular upper body and the clearly defined abdominal muscles that were accentuated by his sitting posture. Her eyes gradually became somewhat unfocused, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

I don't know if he's timid or not.

She suddenly leaned forward, almost touching Yang Shuisheng, and placed one hand seemingly unintentionally on the thigh of Yang Shuisheng's uninjured leg, her fingers gently tracing patterns. She tilted her head back and looked at Yang Shuisheng with alluring eyes.

"But Shuisheng, how brave... are you?"

Yang Shuisheng was eating a steamed bun when he heard this. He paused for a moment, then turned to look at her: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Zhou Caifeng's lips almost touched his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she asked, word by word, "What I mean is... do you dare to do it to me right now?"

Zhou Caifeng's direct and almost crude teasing, with its scalding breath on Yang Shuisheng's ear, was like a spark that instantly ignited the already vigorous blood and energy in his body due to his recent breakthrough.

Looking into those watery, yearning peach blossom eyes, and those slightly parted lips painted with bright lipstick, the restraint he felt from acting vanished instantly.

He deliberately feigned embarrassment, waved the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand, and said seriously, "Aunt Feng, look, I haven't finished this steamed bun yet..."

When Zhou Caifeng saw that he didn't directly refuse but instead pretended to, her heart fluttered even more, and her eyes sparkled with seductive charm.

She reached out and gently tapped the steamed bun in Yang Shuisheng's hand with her slender fingers. Then she deliberately puffed out her chest, her full breasts trembling under her tight shirt, almost bursting out of it.

"What's so good about your steamed buns? They're cold and hard."

She licked her lips, her voice sweet and seductive, carrying a blatant hint: "Auntie's steamed buns are big, soft, fragrant, and still warm. Wouldn't it be the same if you ate Auntie's?"

"I guarantee it'll taste much better than the one you have."

As she spoke, she deliberately twisted her waist, displaying her body curves more clearly to Yang Shuisheng. Her collar opened a little wider due to her deliberate movement, revealing more of her fair skin and deep cleavage, which was dazzlingly white in the dim light.

How could Yang Shuisheng possibly hold back any longer?

He swallowed hard, casually tossed the remaining steamed buns onto the broken table beside him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Caifeng's soft and supple waist. With a slight effort, he pulled her up from her squatting position and then pushed her down onto the bed behind him.

"what!"

Zhou Caifeng cried out in surprise, but there was no fear in her voice; instead, it was full of anticipation and excitement.

She lay on her back on the bed, her hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yang Shuisheng pressing down on her. Instead of dodging, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck.

"Alright, Aunt Feng, you said it yourself."

Yang Shuisheng leaned down, bracing himself on either side of her body, trapping her between himself and the bed. A wicked smile played on his lips as he lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, their hot breaths mingling: "Then... I won't be polite, shall we begin?"

Zhou Caifeng felt weak all over and itchy all over from his aggressive posture and hot breath.

"Okay, go ahead and eat, but... don't be so polite."

She nodded vigorously, her fingers tracing lightly across the back of his neck, her voice breathless and urging: "Auntie likes... likes a more unrestrained way of eating; being too refined is just not fun."

These words are nothing short of the strongest aphrodisiac.

Yang Shuisheng's eyes darkened, and he chuckled softly, "Alright, then... as you wish."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and accurately captured those two bright and alluring red lips, kissing them fiercely, swallowing all of Zhou Caifeng's moans and gasps in the intense intertwining of their lips and tongues.

At the same time, he skillfully slipped one hand inside her shirt and unbuttoned the already loose buttons on her light red shirt.

"ah--"

Zhou Caifeng let out a satisfied whimper, her body wrapping tightly around him like an octopus, responding passionately, her fingernails almost digging into Yang Shuisheng's flesh.

The large bed made rhythmic sounds again.

Yang Shuisheng silently began circulating the "Joyful Union Qi Cultivation Technique" again, wanting to see how much improvement he could achieve after breaking through to the first level of Qi Condensation and engaging in this kind of cultivation.

This is also the main reason why he agreed to Zhou Caifeng's request.