The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yu Qianwei was pulled into Yang Shuisheng's domineering embrace, and her body stiffened for a moment.

But feeling the steady strength from his arm and the inexplicably reassuring aura emanating from him, her tense body gradually relaxed. She didn't struggle or push him away; instead, she blushed, lowered her head, and acquiesced to the somewhat intimate posture.

The minibus continued its bumpy journey along the potholed road.

The carriage was noisy, and no one noticed the little thing the young couple was doing in the corner.

Yu Qianwei leaned against Yang Shuisheng's chest, and could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat and feel the warmth of his chest.

This feeling made her both shy and inexplicably at ease.

However, not long after, Yu Qianwei sensed something was amiss.

There seemed to be something hard pressing against her lower abdomen, and it would occasionally bump against her as the car swayed.

She didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was a key or something else that Yang Shuisheng had in his pocket.

But the location and hardness of that thing made her increasingly uneasy.

"Yang Shuisheng..."

She finally couldn't help but turn her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, and asked in a low voice with a hint of doubt and shyness, "What's that in your pocket? It's hard and uncomfortable..."

When Yang Shuisheng was asked this question, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

He certainly knew what it was, but he couldn't just tell the truth.

"Oh, it's nothing, just some leftover corn cobs from earlier."

His mind raced, and without batting an eye, he fabricated a story: "I was too embarrassed to litter, so I just put it in my pocket, planning to throw it away after I got off the bus."

"Corn cob?" Yu Qianwei was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Who would put corn cob in their pocket? Doesn't it feel disgusting?"

Although she said that, she believed it most of the time and didn't pursue it further. She just slightly adjusted her posture, trying to get away from the corn cob, but the carriage was too crowded and the effect was minimal.

The minibus jolted violently again, and Yu Qianwei's body slammed heavily into Yang Shuisheng's arms once more. Her soft, full breasts pressed tightly against his chest and arms, bringing a heart-pounding sensation.

Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of heat rush to his head. His hand, which was holding Yu Qianwei's waist, seemed to have its own mind. Under the cover of the bumpy ride, it quietly groped from her flat abdomen toward the soft edge above.

His fingertips barely touched the lower edge of that full curve, and through the thin fabric of the dress, he could feel its amazing elasticity and warmth.

Yu Qianwei's body stiffened abruptly!

She could clearly feel Yang Shuisheng's unruly hand.

Her cheeks instantly turned as red as if they were about to bleed, and she raised her head, glaring fiercely at Yang Shuisheng with a mixture of shame and anger.

Her eyes held a warning and reproach, but strangely, she didn't rebuke him or push his hand away; she simply expressed her dissatisfaction with her eyes.

Yang Shuisheng was jolted awake by her glare. He immediately stopped what he was doing, obediently put his arm around her waist again, and dared not cross the line again.

He felt a pang of regret for his impulsiveness, but the fleeting sensation remained on his fingertips.

When Yu Qianwei saw him tactfully withdraw his hand, the blush on her face faded slightly, but her heartbeat remained unsteady for a long time.

She didn't say anything more, but just stared at the fields rushing past the car window, pretending that nothing had happened.

Fortunately, nothing else went wrong on the rest of the journey.

The minibus swayed and rattled for about half an hour before finally arriving at the bus station in Daliang Town.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Yu Qianwei, as if her backside was on fire, eagerly broke free from Yang Shuisheng's embrace and was the first to squeeze to the car door. As soon as the door opened, she jumped out and hurried towards the town center without looking back.

"Qianwei! Wait for me!" Yang Shuisheng quickly got out of the car and called out to her from behind.

But Yu Qianwei seemed not to hear her, and instead walked even faster, without even turning her head back.

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, this girl is definitely angry."

"Qianwei, why are you walking so fast?"

He quickly caught up with her, running in front of Yu Qianwei to block her path, a fawning smile plastered on his face: "Wait for me, will you?"

Yu Qianwei stopped walking, but kept her head down and didn't look at him or say anything, as if to say, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Um... Qianwei."

Seeing her like this, Yang Shuisheng was even more certain that she was angry about what happened in the car earlier.

He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and apologized, "I was wrong in the car just now. I went a bit too far. Please don't be angry."

Yu Qianwei remained silent, only the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

"Actually, it's not entirely my fault."

Seeing that she remained silent, Yang Shuisheng gritted his teeth and decided to use his trump card: flattery!

He leaned forward and said in a sincere yet slightly teasing tone, "If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for developing too well."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianwei's ears instantly turned bright red, and even her neck turned pink.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

She finally couldn't help but raise her head and glare fiercely at Yang Shuisheng, but most of the anger in her eyes had dissipated, leaving only shyness and a hint of reproach: "If you keep talking nonsense, I really won't talk to you anymore!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

Seeing that she had finally spoken, Yang Shuisheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pressed his advantage, saying with a grin, "Then, to show my apology, I'll buy you a gift as an apology, how about that?"

"Take whatever you want."

Yu Qianwei's eyes lit up when she heard the word "gift," but she hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and whispered, "Never mind, I won't let you spend any money."

"What's the expense?" Yang Shuisheng waved his hand generously. "An apology doesn't always come without spending money."

"Besides, I'm not short of money to buy gifts right now."

"Just tell me what you want?"

"If you can name it, I'll buy it for you!"

His words carried a sense of both domineering power and sincerity.

Yu Qianwei looked up and saw Yang Shuisheng's serious eyes. The shame and anger she felt from being harassed completely vanished.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long while, then blushed and asked in a voice barely audible, "You...you really want to buy it for me?"

"Of course! A man keeps his word," Yang Shuisheng assured, patting his chest.

Yu Qianwei's face flushed even more. She lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her skirt, her voice barely audible: "Then...then I'd like a new set of underwear and panties, is that alright?"

After she finished speaking, she felt like she was on fire, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

After all, these things are too private.

Yang Shuisheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the request, and didn't react for a while.

Immediately, the image of Yu Qianwei changing into more fashionable city underwear uncontrollably appeared in his mind, and just thinking about it made his mouth dry.

"Let's forget about it."

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Yu Qianwei assumed he thought the request was too expensive or too abrupt, so she quickly added, "I was just saying it offhand, but let's not...we..."

"Buy!" Yang Shuisheng snapped out of his daze and decisively interrupted her, "We absolutely have to buy them! And we have to buy two sets!"