Romantic Medical Immortal

Yang Cheng picked up his phone and saw a message from Tao Qianqian.

Why is this little girl looking for him so late? Could something have happened?

He immediately opened the chat box, then his eyes widened in disbelief.

On the screen, the soft jade of the girl’s chest was tightly wrapped in white lace, a crystal belt hung from her slender waist, and she wore an ultra-short skirt below; her beautiful leg slightly lifted, revealing the scenery beneath the skirt.

Then Tao Qianqian sent a message: "Brother Yang, do you like it?"

Gulp!

Yang Cheng’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he was almost drooling.

He knew this girl was deliberately trying to seduce him, so he replied with a message, only two words: "Looks good."

Subsequently, Tao Qianqian sent a few more photos, each more revealing than the last, with some barely covered, just holding the crucial parts with her hands.

Though young, she had a remarkably curvy figure, and her skin was extremely fair. Any man would react to these photos, especially since Yang Cheng had recently consumed so many nourishing foods.

Taking a few deep breaths, Yang Cheng suppressed his desires, asking somewhat helplessly: "What exactly do you want?"

"Brother, I like you. If you like me too, then come find me, okay?"

"I’m waiting for you at Wanzhen Hotel tonight. If you don’t come, I’ll give up."

Seeing this, Yang Cheng was somewhat hesitant. To go out looking for a woman at night would surely displease Kong Lingwen if she found out.

But if he refused Tao Qianqian, it would hurt the girl’s self-esteem.

After pondering for a moment, he still replied: "Qian Qian, you’re too young. You will meet the right person in the future. Right now, being alone at the hotel isn’t safe; you better hurry back to the hospital to accompany your cousin."

Having said that, he set his phone aside, stopped viewing Tao Qianqian’s response, donned his robe, and briskly pushed open the door to leave.

He headed straight to Kong Lingwen’s room, refraining from using his hand to open the door. He raised an arm and unleashed a strand of true Qi; with a ’click’, the lock was swiftly undone, and he swaggered through the entrance.

At the moment, Kong Lingwen was attentively focused on handling the files on her computer, entirely unaware of the unwanted visitor in her room.

By the time she reacted, Yang Cheng was already standing before her, watching her with mild interest.

"Ah! How did you get in!"

Kong Lingwen shrieked and scrambled off the bed, trying to run away, only to have her wrist seized and pressed onto the soft bed.

"You’re too heartless. I ate so many nutritional foods tonight, and you left me unattended?"

Yang Cheng spoke with a slight gritting of teeth.

"I’m here busy with work! After spending so much time in Luochuan, many matters at Yan’s Hall await my attention."

Kong Lingwen said helplessly, reaching out to push his chest, but it wouldn’t budge at all.

"One night won’t make a difference, and today, I’ve been busy at the hospital all day for your sake. You ought to reward me somehow."

As he spoke, Yang Cheng’s large hands began roaming over her body, quickly peeling off the thin nightgown.

His hands landed on her soft jade chest, kneading forcefully, his eyes brimming with desire.

Knowing there was no escaping tonight, Kong Lingwen ceased resisting, embracing his neck and willingly offered her fragrant kiss.

"Mmm..."

Kong Lingwen moaned softly, and as she opened her mouth, Yang Cheng’s tongue tip pried open her teeth and invaded, engaging her tongue in a dance, vigorously extracting the sweet nectar from her mouth.

After the kiss ended, both were panting heavily, without a stitch of clothing, closely entwined.

Before long, Kong Lingwen’s gentle moans and the man’s low growls resounded inside the room.

Soon it was deep into the night, and Kong Lingwen was drenched in fragrant sweat, without the strength to even lift her arm. Yet Yang Cheng refused to stop.

"Husband... please stop... spare me!"

"So fast... I really can’t take it anymore!"

Amid Kong Lingwen’s constant pleas for mercy, the intense battle finally concluded, leaving the room calm.

Yang Cheng lay on top of her, panting heavily, closing his eyes to savor the lingering thrill of reaching the summit.

Actually, he hadn’t had his fill, but Kong Lingwen had a tiresome day, and he couldn’t bear to torment her further, especially when they needed to go to the hospital tomorrow for the remaining patients’ treatments, which required her to be present the entire time.

After resting for a while, Yang Cheng rose to put on his robe.

"Where are you going? Not sleeping with me?"

Kong Lingwen looked at him puzzled.

Yang Cheng lowered his head to kiss her cherry lips and said somewhat helplessly: "If I stay and lie beside you, I’m bound to lose control. Better I sleep in my room."

"Alright, you get some rest early."

Kong Lingwen showed no attempt to keep him. She truly feared Yang Chen’s beastly tendencies.

Already unable to hold out any longer, busily moving throughout the day and now utterly exhausted, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep promptly.

Seeing her weary to the point of her eyes unwilling to open, Yang Cheng tiptoed out, closing the door gently.

Just as he turned to return to his room, he saw Ni Qingyao stepping out. She wore a camisole nightgown, her chest tides rising, revealing vast expanses of snowy skin, and the skirt was short, unable to hide those long, slender beautiful legs.

"Auntie, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Yang Cheng asked calmly.

"It’s the noise you both made that kept me awake."

Ni Qingyao glared at him; her room was right next to Kong Lingwen’s, the sounds earlier were too intense, leaving her mouth dry and forcing her to come out for a drink.

"Since you can’t sleep, let’s do something meaningful."

Yang Cheng suddenly stepped forward to embrace her slender waist.

"You little rascal! Just off Lin Wen’s bed, and not satisfied?"

She teased, with alluring eyes filled with charm, her soft body leaning into Yang Cheng’s embrace.

Their eyes locked, like thunder striking fire, filled with desire.

Ni Qingyao, at this age, was ripe with longing, having tasted the pleasures of passion with Yang Cheng, yet devoid of it for days; now, just a little teasing had her legs wobbling, with a flood reaching the Golden Mountain.

Feeling her aroused, Yang Cheng was overjoyed, lifted her up effortlessly, and strode into the room.

They began kissing from the doorway, undressing each other while embracing, finally tumbling onto the bed, tightly intertwined.

"Xiaochen, give it to me, I can’t bear it anymore."

Ni Qingyao panted heavily, her hands restlessly explored him, that eagerly impatient look resembling one affected by aphrodisiac.

Seeing her lascivious manner, Yang Cheng, too, couldn’t control the restless fire inside. He parted Ni Qingyao’s beautiful legs, driving straight to the deepest territory.

"Ah!!"

Ni Qingyao’s cry was extremely seductive, followed by continuous gasps, she kept uttering bold words, making Yang Cheng even more excited...