Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

The intense cries on the second floor rose and fell.

Meanwhile, the first floor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, so much so that Leng Yuening and Qi Xue could clearly hear their own heartbeats, like drums beating intensely in their chests.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Qi Xue tilted her face upwards to look at Leng Yuening, asking with her eyes.

Leng Yuening’s delicate face was flushed with red, as she lowered her head to meet her gaze, "What’s wrong?"

Qi Xue still harbored a sliver of hope, asking softly, "That shouldn’t... be your sister’s voice, right?"

Hearing this, Leng Yuening’s face turned even redder, and she said, "It is her."

She was sure, this was Leng Yueshuang’s voice!

The tight jeans left on the stairs were also what Leng Yueshuang wore when she went out, and the lacy white panties were the same style as the ones she was wearing now.

Hearing Leng Yuening’s answer, Qi Xue’s delicate body couldn’t help but shake, feeling like something exploded in her mind with a loud "boom."

She couldn’t believe it; the ice queen who was always so unsmiling and cold to everyone was now making such shameless sounds.

At this moment, she couldn’t help but think of Sun Zhe that night, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

Leng Yuening suggested, "Why don’t we take a walk in the yard?"

Qi Xue responded without hesitation: "Okay."

"..."

At that moment.

The second floor of the villa.

In Sun Zhe’s bedroom.

A fierce battle was reaching its climax.

Although Leng Yueshuang had climaxed several times already, Sun Zhe had not finished with her, his hands clutching her ankles fiercely, pulling her beautiful legs upwards, with relentless forceful thrusts.

With each withdrawal by Sun Zhe, the thick white secretion would form long threads.

"Hmm... ah..."

Leng Yueshuang’s head swayed left and right on the white bed sheets, her long hair scattered in disarray like blooming fireworks, akin to a dying swan, exuding an indescribable poignant beauty.

Her originally white neck was flushed with patches of red and her body was covered in fragrant sweat. Her slender hands gripped the sheets tightly, and the ineffable pleasure made her feel as though she were floating on clouds.

"No, no... stop it, hubby."

As Sun Zhe accelerated, Leng Yueshuang trembled like a shaken blossom, pleading tearfully.

But when Sun Zhe actually stopped, she was displeased, quickly raising her body, reaching out to tightly grab Sun Zhe’s waist with both hands, her long, beautiful nails almost digging into his skin.

"Hubby... don’t stop, faster..."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe’s eyes turned fierce, and he went all out.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Although the speed slowed down, each thrust from Sun Zhe was still powerful and heavy.

As the deepest part of her nectar was repeatedly ravaged, Leng Yueshuang’s delicate body tensed and trembled, her crystalline toes curling tightly, her eyes rolling back almost to the point of suffocation.

Finally.

After nearly ten minutes of intense pounding, as Sun Zhe let out a deep growl, Leng Yueshuang suddenly felt as if a volcano had erupted inside her, the extreme heat making her ascend to the peak once more.

Her tightly curled crystal toes slowly unfolded, and her quivering body gradually relaxed, bringing this long-awaited battle to a close.

"Ah... I’m dying, hubby."

Sun Zhe, drenched in sweat, slowly withdrew, simultaneously lowering his head to see the still gaping "period" shape.

A small circle bubbled out cream before slowly closing to form a "parenthesis."

Leng Yueshuang lay on the messy large bed, her smooth belly heaving, using her hand to cover her eyes. After a long while, she kicked Sun Zhe playfully in frustration, her voice soft and weak, "Go bring me my pants."

"Oh, okay, President Leng!"

As fierce as Sun Zhe was on the bed, he was equally obedient and well-behaved once he got off of it.

After a short while.

Leng Yueshuang walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her steps slightly shaky, looking at Sun Zhe with a resentful gaze, "Really... have you not touched a woman in centuries? You’ve swollen me up."

Sun Zhe had a peculiar expression, "I was going to ask if you haven’t touched a man in centuries, seeing how you’ve scratched me up."

Leng Yueshuang looked closely and saw that Sun Zhe’s waist and shoulders were covered in scratches. She immediately turned her face away, saying, "Who told you to be so fierce?"

Sun Zhe laughed heartily, suddenly sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the still glistening weapon with deep meaning, "Now that the dirty deed is done, don’t you have to clean the tool of the crime for me?"

Leng Yueshuang glanced over, her face blushing; naturally, she knew what Sun Zhe meant, and so she walked over, squatting down, one hand holding the towel on her chest, and the other reaching out to grasp it.

"It’s dirty, with a smell."

"Yours still feels dirty?"

"..."

After a brief cleanup, the two went downstairs.

Seeing that Leng Yueshuang’s legs were weak, Sun Zhe eagerly went to support her.

In the living room.

Leng Yueshuang called Leng Yuening on the phone, asking when she would return. Unexpectedly, a few minutes after the call ended, Leng Yuening pushed the wheelchair into the living room.

Leng Yueshuang looked intently, quickly getting up to greet her.

"What happened to you, Xue’er?"

Sun Zhe, while brewing tea, turned his head to look and his expression instantly became complicated.

Even though he had anticipated it, seeing Qi Xue now, his heart held inexplicable feelings.

"Xue’er, who hurt you like this?"

Hearing this, Qi Xue glanced at Sun Zhe covertly, having no choice but to evade by saying it was due to a misstep during training.

"Sigh."

Leng Yueshuang sighed, feeling uneasy seeing her good friend in this state. Suddenly remembering that there was a competent Divine Doctor right in front of them, she quickly went over to tug at Sun Zhe’s arm, "Ah Zhe, can you take a look at what’s going on with Xue’er?"

At this point, Leng Yuening also spoke up, "Brother-in-law, I brought Xue’er here precisely to ask for your help."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe looked at Qi Xue, with a thoughtful expression.

Qi Xue also looked at him, her lips lightly pressed together, hesitant to speak.

Their gazes briefly collided then quickly shifted away, both maintaining calm appearances.

"Hmm..." Sun Zhe walked to Qi Xue, studying her for a moment before saying, "I can’t promise anything right now, but I can take a look at her first."

"How about this, I’ll take her to the room to check, and you two wait a moment."

"Okay, thank you, Ah Zhe."

"No trouble."

After that.

Under the watchful eyes of the Leng sisters, Sun Zhe pushed Qi Xue’s wheelchair into a guest room.

In the living room.

Leng Yuening softly said: "Sis, in fact, Xue’er wasn’t injured from a training mishap; she was hurt at an underground fighting arena."

Leng Yueshuang asked: "Who injured her?"

Leng Yuening shook her head, "I asked, but she wouldn’t say."

Leng Yueshuang suddenly recalled that there was an app for the underground fighting arena, and she had downloaded it long ago but rarely logged in.

Thinking of this, she quickly picked up her phone, saying: "Maybe we can watch a live-stream replay."

"..."