Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

"It’s always been the pure and alluring style, is it not okay to occasionally switch to a sophisticated domineering style?"

Ye Qiao let out a sweet hum, suddenly reached out to push Sun Zhe away, then stepped back two paces herself to put some distance between them, as if deliberately wanting him to admire her.

Sun Zhe admired the breathtaking beauty before him, the tenderness in his eyes gradually turning into a fervent intensity full of aggression.

The smoke-gray patchwork stockings stretched from the toes to the thighs are 80D thick silk, then above is 0D sheer silk, paired with a pair of black high-heeled leather boots that rise just below the leg hollow, making those already perfectly proportioned legs appear even longer and more slender, sexy yet with a hint of mature elegance.

The high-waisted pleated skirt was cinching her already slender waist even tighter, with the fitted knit sweater tucked into the skirt waist, and over it was worn a fall-season wool coat, the curves of her chest were proudly half-concealed and half-exposed; the off-the-shoulder neckline revealed snow-white shoulders and a delicate collarbone, and with the adornment of that exquisite necklace, she looked like a breathtaking work of art.

Sun Zhe sighed to himself, thinking of those silicone dolls sold online for tens of thousands, fearing they were not as exquisite and flawless as the beauty before him.

Ye Qiao, usually a master of the pure and alluring style, switched to this sexy and mature sophisticated style, yet still couldn’t hide the innate sweetness and charm she radiated from her bones.

With a sweet and sophisticated beauty in front of him, Sun Zhe’s long suppressed masculine energy began to stir.

As he admired, Ye Qiao twirled on the spot with her hands pinching her skirt hem, sweetly asked, "Do I look good?"

Sun Zhe smiled and said, "Yes, you do."

"How good?"

Sun Zhe, smiling, thought for a moment and said, "Good enough that... you’ll soon be crying from being made love to."

"You’re horrible."

Ye Qiao suddenly threw herself into his arms, raised her dainty fists to pound on his chest.

Sun Zhe held her snugly, then fell with her onto the sofa, letting her be on top with him beneath.

Ye Qiao lay on Sun Zhe’s chest, squirming and climbing upwards, suddenly moved in to bite his lip.

The sweet fragrance instantly filled Sun Zhe’s mouth and nose, as if tasting fresh strawberries, the flavor from Ye Qiao’s lip balm.

Sun Zhe’s gaze grew hot, one big hand reached out to hook the back of her neck, firmly pressing her lips onto his own.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

A large and small tongue, like long-separated enemies meeting, once touching they entwine madly, twisting with saliva, making gentle sizzling watery sounds.

Meanwhile, Ye Qiao’s two slender hands reached behind her own head, skillfully tying her loose wavy hair into a ponytail.

Once her hair was tied up, she propped herself on Sun Zhe’s chest cushion, with a commanding tone said, "Stand up, I want to eat."

Sun Zhe smiled without speaking, obliged, getting up to stand in front of the sofa.

Ye Qiao held his waist with both hands, slowly squatting down, kneeling with one knee on his foot, looking up at him tenderly, coquettishly said, "Haven’t had a taste of this smelly thing for a while, kind of miss it."

Saying this, she reached out to unzip his casual pants, easily took out the fearsome hot thing.

Rich masculine musk hit her face, slightly sour, making her eyes blurred with longing flames rising inside.

After smoothing down the soft skin atop the heated member, she closed her beautiful eyes, parted her fresh red lips, slowly leaned in.

With just a gentle kiss, the crimson head had a shallow lipstick mark on it.

She seemed to want to leave her mark this way, proclaiming her own ownership.

Sun Zhe, looking down at this little greedy cat, the tenderness and intensity in his eyes alternated, urging, "They’re still waiting, let’s be quick."

"..."

About ten minutes later.

Ye Qiao stood up angrily, rubbing her sore cheeks, eyes resentful, "It’s so bad, really don’t know how they can make you finish so fast."

Sun Zhe chuckled, suddenly pressed her fragrant shoulders with two hands, turned her around and pushed her onto the sofa, then also pounced to press her down.

Feeling the man’s intense heartbeat and fiery breath, Ye Qiao’s face flushed hot, grasping his arms tightly, softly said, "Be gentle, don’t let Shiyan hear."

Sun Zhe couldn’t help tasting those slightly messed up freshly moist lips, laughed, "Whether Shiyan hears or not depends on how loud you scream, right?"

"Oh, you are so annoying, come on."

Sun Zhe said nothing, one large hand reached to pull out the hem of her tightly tucked-in knitwear from the skirt waist, then turned to see a pantyhose edge peeking above the skirt waist.

"Still in tights too."

Ye Qiao propped herself, twisted to take off the outer wool coat, "Don’t you like tights?"

Sun Zhe suddenly lifted her knitwear, revealing those large, round beauties wrapped in white lace bra, then bowed his head to root like a pig and push the white lace bra upwards with his mouth.

Rich milky fragrance instantly filled the air, making the whole world seem sweeter.

Looking at the two tender rosy points, Sun Zhe gulped down his saliva, "Qiaoqiao you seem to have gotten bigger."

"That’s also because of you."

Sun Zhe didn’t speak further, opening his mouth to taste.

"Hmm ah..."

As the sensitive spot was attacked, Ye Qiao couldn’t help furrowing her brow, mouth slightly open, letting out sweet seductive moans.

"Be gentle, don’t use your teeth to bite..."

"Really, haven’t you drank milk in ages?"

But Sun Zhe ignored it, greedily nibbling, a large hand sliding down past her lower abdomen, roughly going over the skirt waist to the skirt hem, then skillfully exploring upward to find that soft fragrant mound.

"Qiaoqiao, why is there so much flow?"

Sun Zhe asked as he released his mouth.

"You’re terrible... I’m a little flask, isn’t that okay?"

Sun Zhe asked, "Later can I make love to you till you cry?"

"Ah, I’m not crying."

"..."

As time slowly passed.

With Sun Zhe’s intentional ’teasing,’ Ye Qiao’s fire finally reached its peak, unable to bear it anymore, suddenly gathering strength to push Sun Zhe away, then jumping off the sofa, hands stretched under the skirt, a few white jade fingers easily tearing the soaked central part of her pantyhose.

"Come on!"

"What do you want?"

"I want some mugwort, okay?"

"..."

Right then.

In the yard, Zhu Yan, Li Shiyan, and Lin Yingchun were enjoying a barbecue with beer, chatting and laughing gleefully.

Meanwhile, Ye Qiao was crying loudly in the living room.

But the three women didn’t mind, ignoring it, as they were used to it.

And the three had a premonition—they might also "cry loudly" like Ye Qiao later on.

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

While the three women chatted and laughed, a deafening roar came from the direction of the main gate.

Zhu Yan picked up her phone to check the real-time monitoring screen at the gate, finding a Panamera parked at the villa entrance.

A moment later.

The car door opened, revealing a pair of long legs clad in high heels and sheer black tights stepping out.

"Han Xinyue?"

Seeing clearly who it was on the surveillance, Zhu Yan frowned slightly, "How could she be here? Was it Ah Zhe who called her?"

"..."