The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the old wooden table next to him, which was piled with several bags of flour, and then looked at Xu Xiuxia in his arms, whose eyes were filled with spring water and whose cheeks were flushed.

"Okay, then I'll listen to Sister Xia." Yang Shuisheng didn't hesitate any longer, chuckled, and used his arms to lift Xu Xiuxia up face to face.

He held her round, firm buttocks with one hand and her slender waist with the other, clearly feeling the softness and heat of her body.

Xu Xiuxia cooperated by wrapping her legs around his strong waist, tightly embracing his neck with both hands, burying her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck, her breath hot and rapid.

Yang Shuisheng walked a few steps to the wooden table and gently placed Xu Xiuxia on it.

The coolness of the tabletop caused Xu Xiuxia to let out a soft "hmm" and her body to tremble slightly.

She sat on the edge of the table, her hands behind her back, her head tilted slightly back, looking at Yang Shuisheng standing in front of her with a dreamy, expectant gaze.

In the dimly lit warehouse, only the heavy breathing of the two men and the rustling of clothes could be heard.

Yang Shuisheng bent down, but did not rush to move. Instead, he looked closely at Xu Xiuxia's eyes, which seemed to speak, and gently brushed his fingers through the slightly disheveled hair on her forehead.

Xu Xiuxia's heart raced faster and her cheeks burned hotter under his gaze. She couldn't help but tilt her head back and kiss his lips again.

This kiss was no longer tentative like before, but rather demanding, and their breaths mingled completely.

After a passionate and lingering kiss, Xu Xiuxia was already a little out of breath, and her eyes were even more glazed over.

Yang Shuisheng then straightened up and glanced at the wide-open wooden door of the warehouse.

While he was being intimate with Xu Xiuxia, he subtly released a wisp of his true energy, which, like an invisible tentacle, gently moved the latch, firmly locking the wooden door from the inside.

Xu Xiuxia tensed slightly. She bit her lip and didn't say anything, but responded to Yang Shuisheng with even more passionate kisses and hugs.

The temperature in the cramped warehouse seemed to be constantly rising.

The entanglement between the two gradually escalated from tender and affectionate at the beginning to intense and passionate.

Although Xu Xiuxia tried her best to restrain herself, there were still some sobs and gasps that echoed intermittently in the warehouse.

Nearly an hour passed quietly amidst the ambiguous and suppressed breathing.

Everything returned to calm, and Yang Shuisheng then left the table to tidy his somewhat disheveled clothes.

Xu Xiuxia slumped on the table, her face still flushed, her temples damp with sweat, and her eyes still glazed over.

She took a while to calm down before hurriedly jumping off the table, quickly straightening her clothes, and then using her fingers to comb her disheveled hair to make sure there was no flaw in her appearance.

"Aquatic..."

She walked up to Yang Shuisheng, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of reproach, her voice sweet: "Sister-in-law is really liking you more and more, what should I do?"

Looking at her satisfied and dependent expression, Yang Shuisheng felt a mix of emotions.

He said softly, "Sister Xia, we... did something we shouldn't have done again today."

"Even if it shouldn't have been done, it has already been done."

Xu Xiuxia shook her head, her tone carrying a resolute determination: "As long as you feel comfortable, I think it's worth it."

Suddenly, Yang Shuisheng looked at her and asked, "Isn't it something you yourself wanted to do, Sister Xia?"

Xu Xiuxia was hit where it hurt, and the blush that had just begun to fade from her face suddenly rose again, even turning her neck pink.

She lowered her head shyly, and after a long while, she honestly murmured an "Mmm." Then she looked up at Yang Shuisheng with pleading eyes, her voice filled with expectation and a hint of imploring: "Shuisheng, in the future... in the future, can we do this a few more times?"

Looking at her expectant expression, Yang Shuisheng sighed inwardly. He neither agreed directly nor completely refused, but simply replied vaguely, "We'll see."

Although Xu Xiuxia was slightly disappointed with the answer, she knew that such things couldn't be forced. Getting a response that depended on the situation already gave her hope.

She stopped pestering him, gently helped Yang Shuisheng straighten his clothes, gave him a light peck on the cheek, and then reluctantly opened the storeroom door.

The two walked out of the warehouse one after the other, their faces returning to normal.

Xu Xiuxia has also returned to her former capable and efficient boss lady demeanor.

Yang Shuisheng didn't linger. After saying goodbye to Xu Xiuxia, he went straight to the town's vegetable market.

He easily bought two pounds of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, two pounds of high-quality spare ribs, and picked out some fresh vegetables. Soon, he was carrying quite a few bags and packages.

After buying his groceries, as he was about to leave the market, he stopped at a familiar stall.

That was Cai Yuzhu's tofu stall.

Cai Yuzhu was still the most eye-catching one in the crowd.

Today she was wearing a clean floral blouse with a white apron over it, and her jet-black hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and fair neck.

She was bending down, deftly cutting tofu for a customer, her movements skilled and her face bearing a gentle smile.

In this noisy and greasy market, she was like a lotus rising from the mud, pure and untainted, exuding a fresh and clean aura that made people want to take a second look.

Cai Yuzhu seemed to sense something as well, and looked up, meeting Yang Shuisheng's gaze.

"Shuisheng! What brings you to town?"

Her eyes lit up, and a delighted smile immediately spread across her face. She quickly put down her work and waved to Yang Shuisheng, "Come quick, come quick!"

As she spoke, she deftly wrapped two large, white, and slightly trembling pieces of tofu in oil paper and handed them to Yang Shuisheng before he even got close. Her tone was warm and inviting, leaving no room for refusal: "Take these! Make a fish head tofu soup or tofu with scallions when you get home. They're delicious! Homemade, so they're clean."

"Sister Yuzhu, I can't accept this."

Yang Shuisheng took the still-warm tofu, feeling a little embarrassed: "I can't just take yours for nothing. How much is this? I'll pay you."

He made a gesture as if he was about to take out money.

"Shuisheng! If you give me money, you're disrespecting me."

Cai Yuzhu immediately put on a stern face, reached out and pressed down on his hand that was taking out money. That hand was warm and smooth, with the fragrance of soy products: "Last time you bought all the leftover tofu for me, so I could close up shop and go home early. I haven't thanked you properly yet."

"What are these two pieces of tofu? If you mention money again, I'll really get angry."

Her tone was firm, and her eyes were clear and sincere.

Yang Shuisheng knew she genuinely wanted to thank him, so he didn't insist. He withdrew his hand and smiled, "Then thank you, Sister Yuzhu."

"That's more like it!" Cai Yuzhu smiled again when she saw him accept it.

She glanced at the meat and vegetables Yang Shuisheng was carrying, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Yang Shuisheng with a mixture of expectation and uncertainty, "Shuisheng, are you free next Monday?"

"Next Monday?"

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback: "I think so, what's wrong? Is there something you need, Sister Yuzhu?"

"If you're free, how about coming over to my house for lunch sometime?"

Cai Yuzhu's cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes darted around, but she still mustered up her courage and said, "My home is in Liangshui Village, the third house at the entrance of the village, it's very easy to find."

"I'll cook you some of my signature dishes then, to thank you properly."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yang Shuisheng nervously, as if afraid that he would refuse.