The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Seeing Wu Xiaohe's blatant hint and her warm body almost touching him, Yang Shuisheng nearly choked on the bun he had just swallowed.

"Ahem... Um, Sister-in-law Xiaohe, you said you're not feeling well again?"

He quickly picked up the water glass next to him, took a sip, caught his breath, forced a somewhat stiff smile, and began to pretend to be confused.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Come, come, sit down and let me take your pulse to see if the medicine last time didn't work and if the prescription needs to be adjusted." As he spoke, he tried to take a step back to create some distance, while pointing to the stool next to him, indicating that Wu Xiaohe should sit down.

Wu Xiaohe stood still, but instead took another half step forward, almost touching Yang Shuisheng.

"No need to take your pulse, Dr. Yang."

She shook her head, looking at him with teary eyes, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "It's the same as last time, except I feel like there's too much water and I can't control myself. What should I do?"

She emphasized the words "too much water" with extra clarity, carrying a strong implication, and stared intently at Yang Shuisheng, as if trying to suck him in.

Yang Shuisheng inwardly cursed, but he had to maintain the composure of a doctor. He coughed and said, "Well... just make sure it's dry and well-ventilated."

"You can wipe it with a clean towel."

"Wipe?" Wu Xiaohe interrupted him, a mischievous and teasing smile playing on her lips. Her voice was even lower, almost a whisper, "It's no use, it'll just keep coming back."

Her ambiguous tone, coupled with her seemingly silky gaze and her body that was almost touching hers, instantly made the air in the room scorching hot.

Yang Shuisheng's hand holding the steamed bun froze completely, and he even forgot to chew the bun in his mouth.

Looking at Wu Xiaohe, who seemed like a completely different person, bold and unrestrained to the point of being dissolute, he had only one thought in his mind.

This woman is determined to win him over today!

"Sizzle—"

He quickly stuffed the remaining buns in his hand into his mouth, swallowed them whole, then stood up, the chair leg scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

He dared not sit down any longer; he feared something bad might happen if he did.

"Um... Sister-in-law Xiaohe! The weather is so nice this early in the morning, you should go out for a walk and breathe some fresh air."

"Staying indoors all the time is bad for your health."

"Come on, come on, I was just about to go check on the fields, let's go for a walk together." Yang Shuisheng said, trying to walk past Wu Xiaohe and head towards the door, intending to slip away first.

However, Wu Xiaohe was not about to let him go.

Just as Yang Shuisheng was about to pass by her, she suddenly stretched out her arm and wrapped it around Yang Shuisheng's neck like a water snake.

She pressed her entire body against him, nestling tightly in Yang Shuisheng's arms.

"Oh, what's the rush!" Wu Xiaohe buried her face in Yang Shuisheng's chest, her voice sweet and seductive. "What's the rush for fresh air... smell me, doesn't your sister-in-law smell good?"

"Isn't inhaling my sister-in-law's fragrance better than the air outside?"

As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed lightly against Yang Shuisheng's muscular chest.

It clearly conveyed a soft elasticity and a scalding temperature, constantly teasing Yang Shuisheng's tense nerves.

A mature woman's fragrance, mixed with the fresh morning air, gently wafted into Yang Shuisheng's nostrils.

The flavor has a primal allure.

Yang Shuisheng could clearly sense that Wu Xiaohe had taken a shower before coming, as she still carried the fresh and moist scent of her body.

She was blinded by desire, her whole being like a burning flame, tightly entwined around Yang Shuisheng, trying to set him on fire as well.

Yang Shuisheng was tightly entwined by Wu Xiaohe. Her soft, hot body and blunt, explicit words were like raging fire, constantly burning away his last line of rational defense.

"Sister-in-law Xiaohe...this...it's broad daylight, what if someone comes to see me for treatment and we run into them?" Yang Shuisheng's voice was a little dry as he made a last-ditch effort to find a reasonable excuse to get away.

Wu Xiaohe buried her face in the crook of his neck and laughed, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine: "No way... It's so early in the morning, everyone in the village is either in the fields or hasn't gotten up yet, who would come to see you for treatment so early in the morning?"

"Even if it were true, it wouldn't be that coincidental, so don't worry."

As she spoke, she tightened her grip on Yang Shuisheng's neck, guiding his body toward the bed.

Her intentions were all too clear.

Yang Shuisheng sighed silently to himself.

He knew that he probably couldn't escape this "calamity" today.

Once Wu Xiaohe gets aroused, she's even more difficult to deal with than Zhou Caifeng.

Instead of continuing to refuse and creating an awkward situation, it's better to treat it as a form of self-cultivation.

Perfect timing! He also wanted to test how the effects of dual cultivation differed when he entered the second level of Qi Condensation and practiced with different partners.

Yesterday's lovemaking with Xu Xiuxia increased the number of true qi vortexes in his body from eleven to thirteen, a significant effect. This shows that Xu Xiuxia's primordial yin qi is not only pure but also abundant, allowing her to maintain her original cultivation efficiency even after a breakthrough.

I wonder how many surprises Wu Xiaohe, who has also been lonely and unsatisfied for a long time, can bring him?

Thinking of this, Yang Shuisheng no longer hesitated. Following Wu Xiaohe's guidance, he wrapped his arms around her soft and slender waist and, with a little effort, lifted her up in his arms.

"ah!"

Wu Xiaohe let out a gasp, then her face flushed with even more excitement and anticipation. She wrapped her arms tightly around Yang Shuisheng's neck and pressed her burning cheeks against his chest.

Yang Shuisheng carried her, walked a few steps to the bedside, and gently placed her on it.

However, just as he was about to straighten up, his gaze inadvertently swept over Wu Xiaohe's legs.

However, it was unexpected to discover that the fabric of her dark pants had a small, darker stain that was actually damp.

"That exaggerated?"

Yang Shuisheng was stunned on the spot.

Wu Xiaohe noticed Yang Shuisheng's gaze, and a blush instantly spread from her face to her ears. She was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But the burning desire in her heart ultimately overcame her shame.

"Don't...don't just stand there like an idiot, haven't you figured it out yet?"

She bit her lip, her voice filled with infinite charm and a hint of urgent urging, and said softly, "Sister-in-law has been waiting for a long time."

As she spoke, her body began to sway slightly involuntarily, as if something inside her was driving her, making her restless.

Her posture, her gaze, her voice—everything about her indicated her most urgent need at that moment.

Seeing her like this, Yang Shuisheng no longer hesitated.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, which trembled slightly with longing.

Wu Xiaohe responded enthusiastically, eagerly climbing his back with both hands and pulling him towards her.