Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Time slowly passed.

In the silent room, occasional murmurs escaped Jiang Qinglan's lips, as if speaking in her dreams.

There she lay on the ground, writhing incessantly like a snake demon just transformed into human form, her skin pale white tinged with crimson. The room chill as an ice cellar, yet she was drenched in fragrant sweat.

"Little Zhe... I can't take it any longer..."

"How much longer are you going to be?"

Sun Zhe's entire Yang Qi was stored within her, making her feel as though she were thrown into a furnace, undergoing torturous refining. Luckily, her cultivation realm was high, and her physique strong enough; if it were anyone else, they might have been burned alive by now.

But even someone as strong as her couldn't hold on for much longer.

Once she reached her limit, she would either become a soulless creature driven by carnal desires, or perish in flames.

"Crack."

Nearly an hour later, just as Jiang Qinglan was about to reach her limit, the stillness of the room was suddenly broken by the sound of a shell cracking.

Her mind still clear, Jiang Qinglan heard the sound and lifted her head with effort, her face breaking into a seductive smile.

"You little rascal... you've finally finished."

The ice enveloping Sun Zhe's body had begun to crack, shards gradually falling away.

The fragments barely touched the ground before swiftly transforming into threads of extreme cold Yin Qi, absorbed by the lantern array set up earlier by Jiang Qinglan, which then gently returned the Yin Qi into her body.

As the Yin Qi gradually returned, blending with the Yang Qi within, Jiang Qinglan's entire body trembled uncontrollably at the moment of their Yin-Yang fusion.

Amidst her plaintive moans, streams of warm springs spurted, splattering brightly on the floor.

A moment later.

Once all Yin Qi was absorbed by the lantern array, Sun Zhe slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Qinglan's desire was astoundingly intense; she could feel her body igniting with flames, about to urge Sun Zhe to hurry, but then suddenly hesitated.

She discovered that Sun Zhe's eyes had become golden slitted pupils, carrying a trace of a terrifying fierce aura.

"Little Zhe... what's happened to you?"

Next, she noticed, to her horror, silver scales sprouting visibly on Sun Zhe's forehead, corners of his eyes, hands, and legs.

"Empress... do you desire this much?"

Sun Zhe suddenly grinned viciously, swaggering towards Jiang Qinglan.

At this moment, he retained some sanity, not entirely berserk, yet seemed to be another person, causing Jiang Qinglan to feel scared.

"No... Little Zhe, don't be like this."

Seeing Sun Zhe slowly close in on her, Jiang Qinglan suddenly panicked.

Especially when she saw Sun Zhe's little self with dragon scales, her scalp tingled, the burning desire within her instantly doused halfway, wanting only to escape.

She truly couldn't imagine... the massive, scaled thing entering her would agonize her to death.

However.

At this moment, her entire body was limp and powerless, like fish on a chopping board, able only to watch Sun Zhe approach, helpless.

With her scream, Sun Zhe suddenly pounced, grabbing her stockinged ankles, and crudely lifted her long legs wrapped in dotted oil-shiny flesh color stockings.

"Empress, let me satisfy you now!"

"Little Zhe, don't... stop right now!"

"..."

Meanwhile.

The Little Dragon Girl staying in the ring space sighed repeatedly.

"This is terrible; it seems there will be plenty of torment for this woman tonight."

Little Dragon Girl knew that Sun Zhe's Yang Qi was depleted, and the dragon Qi inherent in his bloodline instinctively released for self-preservation, resulting in his dragon transformation.

Just as she pondered whether Jiang Qinglan tonight might suffer worse than Xia Shiqing that night, she heard a long cry laden with sorrow.

"Ah—!"

"I'm dying, dying, dying... Little Zhe, stop it!"

"..."

From the room to the bathroom, to the toilet in the restroom, then to the balcony, to the hallway outside the room, and finally back to the room... it wasn't until after seven o'clock in the morning that this torment for Jiang Qinglan came to an end.

...

After noon at around twelve o'clock.

After completing her work, Xia Shiqing leisurely returned to Villa No. 3 in Jingtian Forest Garden.

She wore an office suit with sheer black stockings and high heels, her long hair neatly pinned up, her lips glistening like vermilion, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, with an air of aloof beauty, embodying a dominant female CEO.

Upon stepping into the living room, she immediately sensed the biting chill permeating the air.

Having cultivated the "Celestial Yin Technique," she was naturally sensitive to such coldness, recognizing it as a kind of Yin Qi with just a hint.

Following the trace of Yin Qi to a room on the second floor, she pushed the door open and was left dumbfounded by what she saw.

The spacious room was in disarray, torn male and female clothing strewn everywhere, and the originally clean floor was marred by traces left by some liquid after drying.

The air was saturated with an overwhelmingly nauseating scent of dogwood flowers.

Jiang Qinglan was already awake, sitting topless in a corner hugging her knees, eyes vacant, seemingly lost in thought.

Xia Shiqing couldn't help but ask, "What did you do?"

"Ah!"

Startled, Jiang Qinglan shrieked, subconsciously withdrawing further into the corner.

But after realizing it was Xia Shiqing, she breathed a sigh of relief, glancing towards Sun Zhe sleeping soundly on the floor, her face full of grievance, on the verge of tears, making one feel pity.

Xia Shiqing shifted her gaze to Sun Zhe, her eyes lingering for several seconds on little Zhe, noticing it still active and menacing, shimmering with a water gleam, a ring of accumulated white cream at its root.

She also noticed Sun Zhe still bore some dragon scales.

Shifting her gaze, she cast Jiang Qinglan a meaningful look in her disheveled state, quickly deducing what had transpired the night before.

"Last time, you laughed at me; I didn't expect you to experience it yourself this time."

"Tsk tsk tsk... shiny dotted flesh stockings, I'm too scared to wear those."

"Empress, you have exquisite tastes."

Watching Xia Shiqing gloat, Jiang Qinglan snorted coldly, "You should have said so earlier and rescued me."

Xia Shiqing approached and lifted Sun Zhe, examining the lantern array arranged with "Mystic Yin Lantern," frowning, "What did you do last night?"

"Love!"

Jiang Qinglan stood up, answering irritably, about to head to the bathroom when she suddenly wobbled, seemingly sore, gasping involuntarily.

Xia Shiqing glanced at her tender, swollen red area, suppressing her laughter, "That's quite miserable, worse than me."

Jiang Qinglan gave her a glare, speaking seriously, "What exactly happened to little Zhe?"

Xia Shiqing was briefly silent before saying, "Probably related to the Dragon Taming Race. In his case, it seems to be a dragon transformation after absorbing the Dragon Treasure."

"Dragon?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinglan's pretty face turned pale, filled with lingering fear, "No wonder it's so powerful, I almost got killed last night, I'm telling you."

Xia Shiqing suppressed her laughter, "Serves you right!"

"..."