Romantic Medical Immortal

"Damn it! There’s definitely going to be a big battle tonight. I’m so jealous this guy gets to sleep with Wang Rui, such a perfect woman."

"She’s just a slut worn out overseas, and you guys are still eager to catch up. Aren’t you disgusted by how dirty she is?"

"You’re just saying that because you can’t have it. I don’t mind the dirtiness. Who can blame her for being so pretty and having such a great figure!"

The crowd discussed endlessly, fantasizing about spending a night of passion with Wang Rui.

At this moment, Yang Cheng and Wang Rui hailed a taxi and quickly arrived at Mingzhu Apartment.

Fortunately, Wang Rui wasn’t entirely drunk and remembered her way home, but she felt dizzy and her body was too limp to stand steadily.

Yang Cheng worried she might fall, so he simply picked her up horizontally and carried her inside.

"You’re quite strong. Those chest muscles are solid, and there’s even abs!"

Wang Rui remarked playfully, her small hands starting to roam over his body.

"Don’t move."

His voice was a bit hoarse, feeling the lust rising rapidly, his body beginning to react.

"Don’t be so stingy, let me touch. I didn’t expect your body to be so great, you could be a model."

Wang Rui was liberated by the alcohol, not content with just touching through his clothes, she lifted his shirt hem and slipped her hand inside, feeling a sudden rush of warmth.

But Yang Cheng’s hands were busy holding her, unable to stop her mischievous little hands, giving her the opportunity to pinch and prod his chest and abs, her face full of satisfaction.

The door finally opened, Yang Cheng strode in, throwing her onto the bed, then lifted her clothes and started to touch.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Wang Rui struggled and let out a charming cry.

"What? You can touch me just now, but I can’t touch you back?"

Yang Cheng’s breath was hot, looking down at her, grabbed her wrists, and reached inside her clothes to knead forcefully.

Her skin was smooth and soft, her pliant and full breasts fitting perfectly into his palm.

In less than a minute, Wang Rui felt her entire body heat up, a moan escaping her lips: "Mm... stop touching, it tickles."

"You touched me all the way here, and I’ve only touched you for a minute. Isn’t that unfair?"

Yang Cheng suddenly lay on top of her, his entire presence exuding intense masculinity, his eyes filled with desire.

Wang Rui’s heart was pounding; she’d never wanted a man this much before. She licked her lips and raised her head to offer him a kiss.

Sensing the softness of her lips, Yang Cheng instinctively extended his tongue, pushed apart her teeth, and entangled with her delicate tongue.

Her mouth was sweet and aromatic, faintly filled with the scent of flowers and wine, utterly captivating.

Wang Rui’s kissing skills were skilled; she embraced Yang Cheng’s neck, her tongue agilely stirred, her body beginning to respond, slightly parting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, her hips swaying like a water snake.

Aware of the woman taking the initiative, the fire of desire within Yang Cheng grew even hotter, recalling Wang Rui on stage, dancing sensually, her waist and buttocks curving gracefully as her legs wrapped around the pole, her arms outstretched with freedom.

Her brown curls swayed with the dance, her hand lifting her hair, revealing a charming smile as she tilted her head back.

He only glanced at her then, failing to recognize Wang Rui, yet still found her exceedingly alluring.

Now, Wang Rui lay on the bed, her brown curls scattered on the sheets, cheeks flushed, eyes looking like pools of water, lips lush and tempting, displaying a look full of yearning.

Yang Cheng couldn’t hold back anymore, tearing off her thin navel-revealing top, then with a swipe of his big hand, her ultra-short skirt also shredded.

"What a rush! Why can’t you take it off slowly?"

Wang Rui pouted disapprovingly, her pale pink fingertips sliding across his chest, gradually hooking onto the hem of his shirt and helping him remove it.

His build was robust, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, clearly strong, and Wang Rui glanced downward, her breath quickened, barely able to restrain herself anymore.

The pair caressed each other, quickly removing all their clothes and tossing them to the floor, Yang Cheng’s tall frame then pressed down upon her.

"Ah!! It hurts!"

Wang Rui cried out in pain, her brows furrowed.

She didn’t expect Yang Cheng to be so strong; although it wasn’t her first time, it felt even more painful than the first, as if her body was being torn apart.

"Don’t move, let me take a break."

She pleaded softly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yang Cheng, panting heavily, lowered his head to kiss her lips, his large hand roaming over her body, using Yingyang Ghost Hand to massage her.

Soon, Wang Rui felt the pain slowly fade, replaced by a tingling sensation that pierced her soul.

Realizing she was ready, Yang Cheng began to move vigorously.

The bedroom filled with the low growls of the man and the woman’s broken moans, the activity growing increasingly intense.

More than three hours passed, and there came a banging on the door.

"Enough already! It’s been so long and you haven’t finished. How much have you taken? Are you trying to kill yourselves?"

A man’s angry shout came in, instantly sobering the two of them up a bit.

Wang Rui’s face was flushed, and she softly said, "We’ve disturbed the neighbors; let’s finish quickly."

"Okay."

Yang Cheng agreed, starting to thrust intensely, ending the battle with a low growl.

Wang Rui lay on the bed gasping, barely having the strength to lift her arms, yet the shouting at the door continued.

"I’ll go check."

Yang Cheng picked up the bathrobe tied around his waist and strode out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man and a woman standing outside, seemingly in their thirties.

"Bro, what do you mean? We’re trying to sleep in the middle of the night, and it’s been going on for so long. The apartment’s soundproofing is weak, keeping us awake."

The man, who had been yelling, softened his voice upon seeing Yang Cheng’s strong physique.

The woman beside him stared unblinkingly at him, noting the kiss marks on his chest and some scratches, evidence of the intense action earlier.

"Sorry, I didn’t know the soundproofing was bad here. We’re finished now."

Speaking, Yang Cheng handed over several red bills, which he’d just pulled from his pocket. "Consider this compensation; I hope you don’t mind."

After all, Wang Rui would be living here in the future, and any conflict with neighbors would inevitably cause trouble.

"Oh! That’s too kind, but it’s too much,"

The man quickly swapped to a smile, feigning a refusal.

Yang Cheng pushed the money into his hand, saying blandly, "It’s late; you should go back to rest."

"Wait a moment."

The man hurriedly grabbed him, smiling somewhat awkwardly.

"Anything else?"

Yang Cheng frowned slightly, puzzled.