The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Aunt Feng, this...this isn't quite right, is it?"

Looking at Zhou Caifeng's pitiful yet mature and alluring demeanor, Yang Shuisheng was indeed somewhat tempted, but his remaining rationality made him hesitate.

He frowned and lowered his voice, saying, "It's broad daylight, and the convenience store downstairs is still open. What if someone comes to buy something, or what if Zhao Youcai suddenly comes back?"

"No, don't worry."

Zhou Caifeng shook her head dismissively, leaning closer to Yang Shuisheng, almost completely nestled in his arms. Her warm breath, carrying the fragrance of a mature woman, brushed against Yang Shuisheng's cheek. In a confident yet seductive tone, she said, "Knowing that old bastard as I do, the way he stormed out just now, he's most likely off to find his mistress again."

"He absolutely won't want to come back for at least two or three hours!"

"As for downstairs... so what if the door's open? Nobody says you can't do other things with the door open, right?"

"Besides, if someone comes to buy something, they can just call out. We're upstairs, they can't see us anyway."

As she spoke, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Yang Shuisheng's waist, tilting her head back and looking at him with hazy eyes, her voice filled with urging and longing: "Shuisheng... don't hesitate... hurry..."

Yang Shuisheng was aroused by her proactive and enthusiastic advances, but he was still quickly calculating the risks in his mind.

What if Zhao Youcai really comes back ahead of schedule?

That would truly be catching someone in the act, leaving them with no way to defend themselves.

However, while he was still weighing the pros and cons, Zhou Caifeng couldn't wait any longer.

She took Yang Shuisheng's hand and, half-pushed and half-reluctantly, led him into the inner room to the large wooden bed.

She turned around, stood on tiptoe, and with an almost urgent feeling, took the initiative to kiss Yang Shuisheng's lips, silencing him from saying anything more.

The soft touch and the unique aura of a mature woman instantly enveloped Yang Shuisheng.

The matter has come to this point; the arrow is on the bowstring, and there is no choice but to release it.

Yang Shuisheng's hesitation and concerns were completely swallowed up by the flames.

He stopped thinking and reached out to embrace Zhou Caifeng's slender yet strong waist, passionately responding to her kiss.

But he wasn't blinded by passion; even in the midst of their intimacy, he didn't forget his true purpose for coming today.

He was slightly out of breath and whispered in Zhou Caifeng's ear, "Aunt Feng, have you... have you been with Zhao Youcai lately?"

"No! Auntie hasn't let him touch her in ages."

Zhou Caifeng was immersed in the stimulation and satisfaction of being embraced by a young and strong body. When she heard him ask this question, she thought he was jealous. Instead, she was happy and quickly shook her head, saying in a flattering and reassuring tone, "Ever since I was with you last time, I haven't liked him."

"Shuisheng, don't worry, from now on Auntie will only be with you and will never let anyone else touch you."

"Aunt Feng, that's not what I meant."

When Yang Shuisheng heard her say no, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then shook his head and explained, "I meant to say that Zhao Youcai might not be very clean."

"If you get intimate with him, you might catch a disease."

"Unclean? Sick?"

Zhou Caifeng, lost in her passion, paused abruptly upon hearing Yang Shuisheng's words. She looked at him with surprise and asked, "Shuisheng, how...how did you know?"

"Aunt Feng, I'm not at liberty to say who it is specifically."

Looking into Zhou Caifeng's eyes, which were filled with doubt and inquiry, Yang Shuisheng hesitated for a moment before deciding not to directly mention Zhao Hongxing's name. Instead, he vaguely replied, "But it's true that some people have contracted the disease from having sex with him."

"I just found out myself, so I came over to remind you."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Zhou Caifeng didn't press him further.

She was a smart woman and knew that Yang Shuisheng had his own stance and difficulties.

"Fine, if you don't want to say, then don't."

She sighed softly, her tone filled with utter disappointment and relief: "Anyway, I've long since given up on living with him. Let him do whatever he wants."

"Don't worry, Shuisheng, your aunt is perfectly clean."

As she spoke, she wrapped her soft arms around Yang Shuisheng's neck again, her eyes filled with a hint of allure and assurance, and her voice lowered slightly, carrying a touch of provocation: "I just took a shower this morning, I promise I'll be spotless."

Looking at her confident and even somewhat boastful appearance, Yang Shuisheng's worries completely disappeared, replaced by a wicked thought.

"Oh?"

He deliberately put on a stern face and said in a scrutinizing and teasing tone, "Whether it's clean or not isn't up to you to decide. I have to check it myself."

"puff--"

Zhou Caifeng chuckled at his words, her eyes sparkling, and gently pushed him, saying with a smile, "Come on! Who's afraid of who?"

"If you're so capable, then go ahead and do a proper examination, and see if your aunt is afraid of you."

Yang Shuisheng stopped being polite, chuckled, and tightened his arms around her waist, causing them to fall onto the large, soft bed together.

Soon, a pair of black stockings was casually tossed under the bed, tracing a graceful arc in the air before silently landing on the cold floor.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Zhao Youcai stormed out of his house, seething with anger.

He was both grabbed and scolded by Zhou Caifeng, and he also lost face in front of that brat Yang Shuisheng. At this moment, he just wanted to find a place to vent his anger.

He naturally thought of Zhao Hongxing, the woman who had always been obedient to him in the cornfield.

He quickly arrived near Zhao Hongxing's house, and when he was sure no one was around, he slipped inside.

However, as soon as he entered the door, before he could even speak, he was met with a barrage of insults from Zhao Hongxing.

"Zhao Youcai! You old bastard! How dare you come looking for me?" Zhao Hongxing lowered her voice, but the anger and resentment in her tone were almost bursting out. She pointed her finger at Zhao Youcai's nose, trembling with rage. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault."

"Hey! Hongxing, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Youcai was completely bewildered by her sudden outburst of anger and asked hastily, "Are you on fire? What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong? You still have the nerve to ask what's wrong?"

Zhao Hongxing looked around to make sure no one was there before leaning close to his ear and growling through gritted teeth, her voice tinged with shame and indignation, "You're all unclean yourself, and you still come to harm me. I... I've even caught a disease."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Upon hearing the words "illness," Zhao Youcai's expression immediately changed, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He quickly denied it, saying, "I'm perfectly healthy! How could that be?"

"I'm fine? If I were fine, would I go see a doctor?" Zhao Hongxing sneered. "Zhao Youcai, let me tell you, from today onwards, stay away from me and don't touch me again."

After saying that, she pushed and shoved Zhao Youcai out the door without saying another word, and slammed the door shut.

Zhao Youcai was turned away and left feeling frustrated and angry.

He stood at the door, cursing a few times, but when he thought about what Zhao Hongxing had said about contracting the disease, he felt a little uneasy.

"Could it be... that there's something wrong with me?"

He looked down at himself and muttered, "No, I need to go back and take a good shower!"

With that thought in mind, he didn't care about going anywhere else and turned around to walk quickly towards his home.