The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng was a little confused.

He looked at Liu Xianglan, who was half-reclining on the bed in a seductive pose, and alarm bells went off in his mind.

He had just finished a morning exercise with Wu Xiaohe, and his internal energy hadn't fully recovered when Liu Xianglan came again, and her attacks were even more direct than Wu Xiaohe's.

"Sister Xianglan, you...you can lie down for a while if you want, but I have to go to the field. I can't go a day without checking on those bok choy."

He quickly looked away, not daring to look at the dazzling white expanse any longer. He coughed lightly, his tone somewhat unnatural: "But if someone comes looking for me or sees you lying here all by yourself, they might gossip."

"As long as you don't mind, I don't mind."

His words were half true and half false; they were both an excuse and a reminder.

"What's the rush!"

Liu Xianglan seemed oblivious to his attempt to refuse. Instead, she gently patted the bed beside her, her voice languid: "It's so early in the morning, the sun has just risen, and the crops in the fields aren't going anywhere. What's wrong with being a little late?"

"If you're really worried about not finishing the work in the fields, I can help you with it later."

"I guarantee I'll get the job done perfectly!"

As she spoke, she beckoned to Yang Shuisheng, her eyes glistening with a hint of something more: "But before that, come here for a moment."

"Forget it, forget it!"

Yang Shuisheng's premonition grew increasingly bad. He took a half step back, forced a smile, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "I've put the basket on the table for you. Just remember to take it back later."

"I really have to go now, it'll get too hot in the sun if I don't go soon."

As he spoke, he turned and headed towards the door, intending to use the Thirty-Six Stratagems to make his escape the best option.

"Thump~~"

However, he had just turned around and hadn't even taken a step when he heard a series of muffled thuds behind him, followed by Liu Xianglan's screams of pain.

Yang Shuisheng was startled. He turned around and saw that Liu Xianglan had somehow rolled off the bed and fallen to the ground, rubbing her knees with a pained expression on her face.

"Sister Xianglan! Are you alright? Where did you fall?" Yang Shuisheng didn't have time to think and instinctively rushed over, squatted down, and wanted to check if she was injured.

He had just squatted down and hadn't even had a chance to reach out to help her when Liu Xianglan suddenly raised her head. The pain on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sly smile of triumph.

She wrapped her arms around Yang Shuisheng's neck, pulled him close, and then kissed him hard on the lips.

"Ugh!" Yang Shuisheng's mind went blank for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden attack.

Liu Xianglan's kiss carried an irresistible force, as if she wanted to pour out all her longing and desire into it.

At the same time, one of her hands, like a nimble snake, slipped under Yang Shuisheng's clothes, its scalding heat roaming and caressing his firm back, her fingertips tracing his skin and bringing waves of tingling, electric-like sensations.

Yang Shuisheng came to his senses and subconsciously tried to push her away, but Liu Xianglan was like an octopus, using both her hands and feet to wrap herself tightly around him, giving him no chance to break free.

"Shuisheng...don't push me away."

She breathed softly in Yang Shuisheng's ear, her voice carrying a reckless boldness and infatuation: "I came here today specifically to ask you for a favor. Please don't refuse me, okay?"

"My sister-in-law has been feeling so pent up these past few days. Day and night, you're all I can think about. I think about you while I'm working, while I'm eating, and even in my dreams. You have no idea how much I miss you. I'm going crazy."

Her words were direct and passionate, carrying a woman's most primal desires and frankness.

"Sister-in-law Xianglan, this...this is too early in the morning, isn't it?"

Yang Shuisheng was somewhat overwhelmed by her words and enthusiastic actions, but still tried one last time, his voice a little dry: "How about we wait until tonight?"

"What if someone comes to see me for a medical appointment and bumps into me? I'd be completely ruined!"

"I can't wait any longer." However, Liu Xianglan interrupted him, her tone resolute, then changed, "Oh... I understand."

She stopped what she was doing, her eyes lit up as if she had thought of something, and stared straight into Yang Shuisheng's eyes, her voice carrying a hint of sourness.

"Did you just do it with that slut Wu Xiaohe?"

"That's why you don't want to talk to me, right?"

Yang Shuisheng was caught off guard by her words, and a hint of awkwardness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth, wanting to deny it: "No! Me and her..."

"You definitely did!" Liu Xianglan didn't give him a chance to explain. Her tone was certain, tinged with jealousy. "Don't try to lie to me. I can tell. You still smell of her on you. You two definitely did it."

She said that, but it was all made up; she just wanted to trick Yang Shuisheng.

Yang Shuisheng was speechless, his face burning with embarrassment.

He couldn't deny it with conviction, because it had indeed happened.

Seeing Liu Xianglan's defiant attitude that if he didn't admit it, he knew that if he didn't resolve this matter today, Liu Xianglan would not let it go and would confirm his suspicion that he and Wu Xiaohe were having an affair.

He took a deep breath and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Rather than letting Liu Xianglan continue to suspect and spread rumors, it would be better to sacrifice his image and prove his innocence with concrete actions.

Anyway, this puts no strain on his body.

Thinking of this, Yang Shuisheng showed a helpless expression and sighed, as if he had given in: "Sister-in-law Xianglan, you really misunderstood. There's really nothing between Wu Xiaohe and me. I just treated her for an illness."

"I don't believe it! Unless..." Liu Xianglan immediately interrupted, her eyes gleaming with cunning and anticipation, "unless you prove it to me right now!"

Yang Shuisheng was completely at a loss when he saw her shameless appearance.

He gritted his teeth, as if making up his mind, and bent down to pick up Liu Xianglan, who was still lying on the ground, in his arms.

"ah!"

Liu Xianglan let out a gasp, then a triumphant smile spread across her face as she immediately wrapped her arms around Yang Shuisheng's neck.

"Prove it then!"

Yang Shuisheng gently placed her back on the bed. This time, he didn't back down. Instead, he leaned down and looked at her, his tone laced with a hint of fierceness: "But Sister Xianglan, you'd better not regret this!"

"regret?"

Liu Xianglan's heart raced and her cheeks flushed as she watched his aggressive gaze. Far from being afraid, she became even more excited.

"I, Liu Xianglan, never regret the things I do!"

She adjusted her position, lay on her back, and looked at Yang Shuisheng with hazy eyes, her voice carrying a hint of expectation.

"Come on, let your sister-in-law see just how capable you are. Your sister-in-law likes it when you're a little rough with me."