Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

After hurriedly tidying up, Sun Zhe quickly exited the small compartment and went up to pull open the rolling shutter door.

"Auntie, so early?"

Jiang Qinglan wore a black dress, matched with skin-toned high heels, her makeup was delicate yet natural, and the black eyeliner made her demeanor appear even more aloof and aggressive.

Yet, at this moment, her expression was completely unaligned with her demeanor, her face was as red as a ripe apple, and her gaze wasn’t as clear and bright as usual.

"Morning, Xiao Zhe."

Sun Zhe noticed her tone was somewhat unusual, as if she were forcibly suppressing some pain, and asked: "What’s wrong? Is your condition acting up again?"

Jiang Qinglan lightly sighed, trying to remain calm, using her fingertips to tuck a strand of fragrant hair behind her ear, gently shook her head and said: "It’s nothing, just feeling a bit unwell, wanted you to check if it’s a problem with my meridians."

Sun Zhe stared at her face, seeing her complexion was too rosy to be the sign of illness, he couldn’t help but be curious.

"Well, come in and sit first."

Jiang Qinglan smirked with intrigue: "Hmm... is it sit or do?"

Sun Zhe looked at her with a strange expression, thinking if Chen Ruoyi weren’t here, he’d definitely sit first then do!

Just then, Chen Ruoyi, having tidied her appearance, cheerfully came over and held Sun Zhe’s arm, appearing poised and lively, she smiled at Jiang Qinglan with squinting eyes: "Hello Auntie, first time meeting, I’m Chen Ruoyi, you can just call me Yiyi."

Looking at the lively girl in front of her, Jiang Qinglan was momentarily startled, then gave Sun Zhe a meaningful glance.

At this point, Chen Ruoyi’s face still had a faint blush, her gaze was somewhat dreamy and lingering, remnants of something recent, with Jiang Qinglan being experienced, how could she not see what the situation was?

Obviously, there was just the tide!

She kept her composure, smilingly asked: "Xiao Zhe, aren’t you going to introduce me?"

Sun Zhe scratched his head, momentarily unsure how to explain, "Yiyi, my friend."

"Girlfriend?"

"Uh... sort of."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinglan took another look at Chen Ruoyi, "Really pretty. Sorry Yiyi, I didn’t prepare any meeting gift, I’ll make it up next time."

"Oh my, no need to be so formal Auntie, I also didn’t expect, Ah Zhe has such a pretty aunt like you."

"..."

Jiang Qinglan seemed gentle and warm, as if she really liked Chen Ruoyi, but actually she felt inexplicably a bit sour, as if something she liked was being taken away by someone else.

Seeing the two women chatting aimlessly as if they could talk forever, Sun Zhe hastily interjected: "Well, Auntie, aren’t you here for a check-up? Let me help you with that first."

"Okay."

Then Sun Zhe took Jiang Qinglan to the small compartment for her to sit first, while he went outside to get the medical kit.

Chen Ruoyi sat at the front desk, suddenly got up and walked over to Sun Zhe, with a gossiping expression, quietly asked: "When did you have such a pretty aunt?"

"Uh..."

Sun Zhe thought for a moment, and replied: "Probably when my grandma was pregnant she had this aunt."

"Nonsense!"

Catching the words, Chen Ruoyi decisively rolled her eyes at him, holding back laughter, "You speak quite amusingly."

Sun Zhe looked innocent, "That’s the only way I can answer."

Chen Ruoyi longingly added, "Honestly, your aunt is really so pretty, just like a goddess, I don’t even have the courage to lift my face when facing her."

"How come your family’s genes are so good? The women are so pretty and the men are handsome too."

"Low-key, low-key." Sun Zhe touched his nose, shifting the topic: "Yiyi, why don’t you sit for a while, I’ll go check Auntie."

"Go ahead, I won’t disturb you."

"..."

After a while.

Sun Zhe entered the small compartment and pulled the curtain, then placed the medical kit by the bedside, with undisguised mischief in his eyes, he looked at Jiang Qinglan, yet it seemed all upright.

Jiang Qinglan with legs bent, sat at the edge of the bed, pretending to concentrate on her phone, yet occasionally her eyebrows slightly furrowed, making her seem unnatural, as if her body truly felt unwell.

Though the room was suffused with the scent of air freshener, she still sensitively detected a trace of physiological scent.

Moreover, the floor was wet, as if mopped.

In the silence.

Jiang Qinglan set down her phone, raising her eyes to meet Sun Zhe’s fiery gaze, she asked: "Did you just do something naughty with your girlfriend?"

Sun Zhe didn’t deny, nodding with a smile.

Jiang Qinglan teased: "Did I interrupt you then?"

"You didn’t interrupt, you came right after we finished."

"Is that so?"

Sun Zhe didn’t speak again, his gaze fell on the stunning empress’s skin-toned thighs, the Yang Qi within him just calmed down suddenly started stirring again.

Compared to the mysterious allure of black stockings, skin-toned ones had a direct nude feeling and were full of aggression.

Sun Zhe also noticed, the perfume Jiang Qinglan used today was the same as last time, specially made with Inner Core of a Banjiao, capable of arousing the most primal desires.

"Sneaky little thing, why keep staring at my legs?"

Sun Zhe paused, then sat on the bed edge and touched them without reservation.

"Then I won’t look, I’ll just touch, okay?"

Jiang Qinglan cast a resentful glance at him, "What a little pervert."

Sun Zhe put his arm around her fragrant shoulders, his handsome face slowly approached her ear to breathe in her alluring scent, gently said: "Coming for a check-up is fake, visiting me is the truth, right?"

Jiang Qinglan twisted her slender waist to push him away, "Don’t reveal what’s exposed."

Sun Zhe said: "Too bad Yiyi’s here today."

Jiang Qinglan replied: "What are you thinking? I just came to see you, didn’t plan on doing anything else, it hurt quite a bit last time."

"Really?"

Sun Zhe grinned mischievously, his hand on her skin-toned thigh suddenly squeezed.

"Hmm... it hurts."

Sun Zhe ignored it, that big hand slid along the slippery taut skin-toned stockings, slowly exploring under the skirt’s hem, during this brief moment, the friction of the dense fibers of the stockings clearly transmitted through his palm.

A short time later.

Under the absolutely stunning empress’s skirt, where the skin was tightly enveloped by stockings, suddenly a bulging shape like a man’s hand emerged, with faint sizzling sounds emitted.

Sun Zhe abruptly paused, then looked at Jiang Qinglan’s exquisite profile, "Why is there a ball inside?"

Jiang Qinglan instantly blushed, resentfully: "It wasn’t because of His Majesty, this morning he insisted on putting it in, and said not to take it out, he’ll check when I get home."

Sun Zhe gave a strange look, "No wonder I felt you were uneasy, turns out there was something inside."

He sighed: "Really didn’t expect even someone like His Majesty would play such tricks!"

Jiang Qinglan resentfully said: "You men are all the same, tirelessly enjoying filthy things all day."

Sun Zhe chuckled, asked: "Then what if we don’t take it out?"

Jiang Qinglan: "Your Yiyi is here, do you really plan to get things done?"

"True."

"Hmm..."

Jiang Qinglan softly murmured, squinting her phoenix eyes, "Let you indulge your hand addiction then."

"Alright, thank you for your grace, Empress."

Sun Zhe wouldn’t be courteous with her.

Unexpectedly, just as they were getting into the moment, a rough man’s roar suddenly echoed from outside: "Where’s the scoundrel? Get out here!"

Hearing this Sun Zhe’s heart sank, impatiently withdrawing his hand, he took some tissues to wipe the moisture from his hand, then got up and walked out of the compartment.

"Who is it?"

Looking outside, he saw a large group of people gathered at the door, and two were carrying a stretcher.

Lying on that stretcher was none other than Zhang Feng, the one he’d disabled before!

A burly middle-aged man suddenly stepped in front of Sun Zhe, angrily said: "You’ve crippled my son’s arms, today I’m here to seek justice!"

"..."