Romantic Medical Immortal

"Uh ah... So good... I’m there too."

Yang Cheng tightly embraced Yun Chan, relentlessly thrusting, a tingling sensation spread from his tailbone, the Gate of Life opened, and burning essence flowed out.

"Ahhh... So hot!"

Yun Chan had just reached the peak, her body was already at its most sensitive, the essence flooded into her body, instantly stimulating her into violent convulsions, this extreme pleasure made her feel as if she was about to pass out.

The two finally stopped trembling, Yang Cheng was reluctant to let go, just holding Yun Chan in his arms like this.

Yun Chan’s body went limp, unable to stand at all, her upper body leaning against the wall, gasping heavily.

This bastard was too fierce!

Just now when she was on top, she soon exhausted her strength, and afterwards, Yang Cheng started to toss her around the room, even doing it while walking, like a beast overcome by desire.

If he continued any longer, she would be the one drained, perhaps unable to get out of bed for days.

Yang Cheng finally withdrew, helped Yun Chan wipe her body, and carried her to the bed.

He lay beside her, closing his eyes to refine the just-absorbed Primordial Yin Qi, the two had done it many times already, so Yun Chan’s Primordial Yin Qi was nearly depleted, probably gone by the next time.

Even so, as long as he was still in the village, he would come to Yun Chan every night, even if nothing could happen, holding such a beautiful woman to sleep was a blessing.

"Baby, you served me so well just now."

Yang Cheng leaned to Yun Chan’s ear, kissing her on the cheek.

Yun Chan, still basking in the afterglow of her climax, tiredly nestled in his arms, slowly opened her eyes, glaring at him: "Bastard, you were so rough just now, nearly killed me."

"Fooling around by the window was one thing, but you even opened it, if someone saw, how could I face anyone again."

Yang Cheng chuckled, "Watching the scenery outside with the window open is stimulating, plus it’s so late, everyone’s asleep, no one can see us."

He glanced at the room next door instinctively, with his perception, he had long sensed Wen Ying was awake.

But caught up in the moment, he couldn’t stop, leading Wen Ying to listen to a live concert.

Yun Chan came to her senses, saying, "Yang Cheng, dawn is breaking, you should go back, in case someone sees you."

"I want to stay with you a bit longer, can you really bear for me to leave?"

With Soft Jade in his arms, Yang Cheng really didn’t want to leave.

"If you stay longer, I’m afraid you’ll lose control again."

Yun Chan said helplessly, already feeling the dragon beneath her gradually heat up and swell.

Yang Cheng reached out to stroke her head, chuckling, "Who could resist with someone as alluring as you? Lying with you, I can’t help myself. I’ll go now, and be back tomorrow night to keep you company."

He quickly got dressed, hugged Yun Chan, kissed her for a while longer, then finally turned to leave.

At this moment, in the adjacent room, Wen Ying let out a stuffy breath, her body flushed with heat.

She had woken up an hour ago, unable to sleep from the fragmented moans of women and the low growls of men coming from Yun Chan’s room.

Widowed for many years, it’s impossible not to yearn for intimate companionship, though there were men in the village of a similar age who sought her, she declined each, content to spend her days with her daughter.

However, these past few nights, an intense desire burned within her, even waking to find her panties damp, yearning for a robust man to savor that heavenly experience.

Ultimately, Wen Ying couldn’t contain herself, slipping a hand beneath, gently exploring her tender confines, emitting soft gasps of need.

...

Days passed, and it was finally the last day before departure.

Yang Cheng had barely rested these days, teaching Yun Chan medicine by day, foraging herbs in the mountains, catching a nap at midday, enlightening brides at night, then returning to Yun Chan for passion, before retreating to the bridal chamber for a brief sleep.

Were it not for his resilient body, he could not endure this, but being able to absorb Primordial Yin Qi from women made it worth the strain.

He was in the courtyard handling herbs when Wen Ying approached, speaking softly, "Little Divine Doctor, tomorrow is your departure, I have nothing much to give, but this sachet I embroidered myself."

Yang Cheng lifted his gaze, seeing Wen Ying holding out a silk sachet embroidered with small flowers and the word ’peace.’

"Thank you, Aunt Wen."

He smiled faintly, took it, and upon a closer look, praised, "This sachet is beautiful, your hands are gifted, you can sell such fine work in the town!"

Hidden Cloud Village kept this tradition, gifting sachets to relatives or lovers, though folks in town wouldn’t wear them, he said this just to please Wen Ying.

Indeed, she beamed with joy, shortly scanning around before quietly saying, "Little Divine Doctor, I have a favor to ask."

"No need to say favor, just speak your mind."

Having stayed in the village many days, Yang Cheng felt deep affection for the place, willing to fulfill anything Wen Ying asked if within his capability.

"Yun Chan hasn’t gotten up, not from yesterday’s exhaustion, but from being too heartbroken with you leaving so soon, she refuses to face reality."

Wen Ying sighed softly, her voice gentle, "I know you must leave, I’m not asking you to stay, just to accompany Yun Chan to town."

"She became village chief too early, other kids ran wild in fields, but she bore the responsibility for the village solemnly."

"Meeting you was both a blessing and harsh truth, give her a final day without regret, will you?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her pretty eyes.

This morning entering the room, she found Yun Chan weeping secretly, as a mother she was helpless except to appeal to Yang Cheng.

"Yes!"

Yang Cheng agreed without hesitation, feeling uneasy.

He had approached Yun Chan’s door in the morning, only to be turned away, understanding her pain and giving her time to adjust.

"Alright, I’ll persuade her to come out."

Wen Ying smiled, promptly heading into Yun Chan’s room.

The mother-daughter pair conversed softly, within Yun Chan’s faint sobs were heard, making Yang Cheng’s heart ache acutely.

Soon, Wen Ying emerged with Yun Chan, her bright eyes glistened red and puffy, probably having cried since last night.

Witnessing this, Yang Cheng’s heart ached terribly, he hurriedly reached over to hold her hand, speaking softly, "Yun Chan, don’t cry, if you’re upset, just hit me."