The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Seeing Liu Xianglan's eagerness and the way she took the initiative to pose, Yang Shuisheng stopped talking and leaned in, his movements somewhat rough.

Unlike his previous treatment of Wu Xiaohe, he didn't engage in any gentle foreplay beforehand; instead, he went straight for it.

Liu Xianglan not only did not resist, but instead let out sounds of satisfaction.

Hit...hit me here, harder.

She even grabbed Yang Shuisheng's hand during a break in his movements, guiding him with a voice filled with intoxication and longing: "Shuisheng, let your sister-in-law feel your prowess."

She was referring to the outer part of her plump thighs.

Yang Shuisheng was stunned for a moment, but looking at Liu Xianglan's almost obsessive eyes, he understood that this woman was not only pursuing physical satisfaction, but also the thrill of being completely conquered and treated forcefully.

"Snap—"

Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and lightly slapped her firm thigh, leaving a faint red mark.

"Mmm...that's it, it feels good." Liu Xianglan felt no pain at all; instead, she became even more excited and her body writhed even more violently.

Yang Shuisheng no longer held back. Following her instructions, he engaged in substantial cultivation while occasionally patting her thighs or buttocks, each time eliciting an even more enthusiastic response from Liu Xianglan.

The small room was filled with an atmosphere of unbridled ambiguity.

Time flies when you're in this state.

Yang Shuisheng kept the time in mind. When he felt that it was almost ten minutes, he immediately stopped what he was doing, removed himself from Liu Xianglan without hesitation, and began to straighten his clothes.

"Huh? Why did it stop?" Liu Xianglan was still immersed in the wonderful pleasure of being conquered when she suddenly felt a lightness in her body, and the fullness of power disappeared. She immediately opened her eyes in dissatisfaction and saw Yang Shuisheng already putting on his pants. She quickly reached out to pull him, her voice filled with deep longing and reluctance, "Shuisheng... how long has it been? It hasn't even been ten minutes, has it?"

"Just a little longer."

"Ten minutes are up." Yang Shuisheng fastened his belt, his tone calm but firm, "Ten minutes is ten minutes, not a minute more."

"Qianwei will probably be back soon. If she sees us, we're both doomed."

His words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last embers of hope in Liu Xianglan's heart.

Although she was extremely unwilling, she knew that what Yang Shuisheng said was true.

She pouted, looking aggrieved, and rolled around on the bed like a little girl before reluctantly sitting up and slowly getting dressed, muttering to herself, "So heartless, stopping just like that."

Yang Shuisheng ignored her complaints, tidied himself up, and quickly walked to the door of the main room, listening to the sounds outside.

The courtyard was quiet; Yu Qianwei hadn't returned yet.

"I'm going out now."

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and whispered to Liu Xianglan, who was already dressed and fixing her hair, "After I leave, wait a few minutes and then find a chance to leave on your own. Remember not to let anyone see you."

Liu Xianglan nodded, though her eyes still held a hint of resentment, she dared not cause any more trouble.

Yang Shuisheng unlatched the door to the main room and went out, then closed the door behind him.

Coincidentally, just as he reached the middle of the courtyard, he saw Yu Qianwei running towards him from the alley entrance.

"Here you go!" Yu Qianwei ran over and handed the things in her hand to Yang Shuisheng, with a hint of apology on her face. "There's nothing good at home, just an ear of corn that I boiled this morning and a cold steamed bun."

"Have something to eat first, and I'll treat you to something good when we get to town!"

The bowl contained a still-warm corncob and a white steamed bun.

Although it's simple, it's already quite good for a rural area.

Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of relief. Fortunately, he had held firm to his principles and hadn't wasted a single minute because of Liu Xianglan's entanglement.

Otherwise, he would probably be trapped in the house by Yu Qianwei right now.

"Enough! Enough!"

He took the corn and steamed buns, a grateful smile on his face: "This is enough, thank you, Qianwei."

"Tch~~"

Yu Qianwei chuckled dryly and took the lead in walking towards the road at the village entrance.

The two of them sat side by side, and Yang Shuisheng finished the steamed buns and corn in just a few bites.

Because Taohua'ao is located in a remote area, there is no direct bus to the town. You need to walk several kilometers to the highway and take a passing minibus.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, the two arrived at a makeshift waiting area by the roadside.

Not long after, a minibus covered in mud and looking quite old rumbled along.

As the car door opened, a complex odor, a mixture of sweat, tobacco smoke, chicken and duck droppings, and gasoline, wafted out.

Yang Shuisheng looked inside and, good heavens, the carriage was packed to the brim!

There were peasant women holding old hens, men carrying snakeskin bags filled with grain or mountain produce, and several children with schoolbags chattering away. Even the aisles were crowded with people and goods, leaving almost no room to step.

Upon seeing this scene, Yu Qianwei looked troubled and subconsciously took a half step back.

"Should we go or not?"

The driver, a middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips and an impatient expression, shouted down, "I'm not going any further! There are other cars behind us!"

Yang Shuisheng knew that this route was infrequent, and if he missed this one, he didn't know how long he would have to wait for the next one.

He made a quick decision and said to Yu Qianwei, "Let's go! We'll get there if we squeeze in!"

As he spoke, he squeezed onto the bus first, and then reached out and pulled Yu Qianwei, who was hesitant, onto the bus as well.

The door slammed shut behind them, and the minibus restarted, swaying as it drove forward.

The space inside the carriage was extremely cramped, with people packed tightly together and goods crammed close together.

Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei were squeezed into a corner by the window, almost chest to back.

To maintain her balance, Yu Qianwei had to hold onto the seat back with one hand and brace herself against the edge of the window with the other, trying to lean back as much as possible. However, the carriage was too crowded, and she was practically pressed against Yang Shuisheng.

She could clearly smell the faint scent of sweat on Yang Shuisheng's body, which made her cheeks flush and her heart beat faster involuntarily.

She could feel his strong chest and powerful arms, and through the thin clothes, she could feel a reassuring warmth.

The minibus drove on the bumpy rural road, its body shaking and swaying violently.

With each bump, Yu Qianwei couldn't help but fall headfirst into Yang Shuisheng's arms. Her well-developed, elastic breasts would press firmly against Yang Shuisheng's chest, bringing a tingling, electric-like sensation.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Yu Qianwei would always blush and try to stand up, creating some distance, just like a startled deer.

But the road surface was too bad. She had just managed to get up a little when another violent jolt came. She cried out again and fell heavily back into Yang Shuisheng's arms. Her soft breasts pressed tightly against him again, and were even slightly deformed by the impact.

Yu Qianwei's face was burning red, and even the base of her ears was bright red.

For the third time, she tried to struggle to stand up straight, but Yang Shuisheng suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, holding her firmly in his arms so that she would not sway from side to side due to the jolt.

Yu Qianwei's body stiffened abruptly, and her heart almost stopped beating.

"Don't move around."

Yang Shuisheng's deep voice sounded in her ear, warm and gentle: "This road is difficult to walk on, let's just lean against it like this, it'll be safer."