The Fragrance of My Hot Patients

Chenyang’s fingers were scorching hot.

When they touched that slightly raised mound, Lin Xiaowei’s delicate body couldn’t help but tremble.

The burning flames of desire made her instinctively part her legs to accommodate him.

But when she inadvertently met Li Qiang’s chilling glare, she clamped them shut again.

"What? Feeling ashamed?"

Chenyang said coldly.

Lin Xiaowei bit her red lip. "Can we go somewhere else? I... I’m so embarrassed."

"Just embarrassed? You don’t find this stimulating?"

’Stimulating?’

Lin Xiaowei’s expression faltered, a peculiar light flickering in her beautiful eyes.

Although she didn’t like Li Qiang, the two of them were, after all, a genuine husband and wife now.

Giving her ex-boyfriend oral in front of her own husband, then wantonly enjoying his caresses.

How could an act like that not be stimulating?

Besides, she also harbored resentment for Li Qiang.

She had been deeply in love with Chenyang back then. When they were together, she had fantasized more than once that with their talents combined, they could absolutely carve out a world of their own in this city.

But Li Qiang’s appearance had destroyed her beautiful dream.

She admitted that she had broken up with Chenyang back then for material reasons.

But... there were also some unspoken reasons behind it.

Putting those aside, Li Qiang was undoubtedly the main culprit who had ruined both of their lives.

At this thought, the last traces of resistance and shame in Lin Xiaowei’s heart vanished completely.

And she relaxed her tense body, leaning next to Li Qiang.

Immediately after, she lifted her elegant foot and pressed it gently against Chenyang’s chest. "Fuck me!"

The pose was seductive to the extreme.

Compared to the shy Lin Xiaowei from moments ago, it was as if she were a completely different person.

Chenyang had witnessed this side of her last night.

But this was the first time Li Qiang had seen it.

It drove him even more insane.

If Lin Xiaowei were being forced, he might have felt a little better.

But now, Lin Xiaowei was actually taking the initiative.

Her delicate foot was pressed against Chenyang’s chest, her fair toes gently teasing his nerves.

And in this position, the beautiful scenery between her legs was in full view.

Below her raised mound, the pink flesh was as beautiful as a butterfly. As it parted and closed, droplets of nectar trickled from its core.

Chenyang grabbed her delicate little foot, caressing it tenderly as he kissed his way up her fair calf.

He kissed her knee, then her fair, firm thigh...

As he slowly bent down, about to kiss that pink place, an indescribable, numbing tingle made Lin Xiaowei’s body tremble and she couldn’t help but let out a low moan.

"Ah... that feels... so good."

"Mmm~ It tickles... Don’t... don’t go any further, no... Ah~!"

Just as she, in her pleasure, tried to stop Chenyang from continuing, he suddenly moved closer.

The heat of his breath made her delicate body shudder.

And when he touched that sensitive, protruding nub, the fair foot Chenyang had been playing with suddenly tensed up.

"I... I can’t... I can’t take it anymore, ahn, ah... I’m coming... I’m coming..."

Following Lin Xiaowei’s frenzied, lust-filled moans, Chenyang suddenly felt a warm gush spray out.

Seizing the opportunity, he shot upright, guided his throbbing, pent-up member, and plunged it directly into the grotto dripping with her juices.

"Ah~"

Thanks to the foreplay, neither of them felt any pain.

The feeling of being completely filled was incredibly satisfying for Lin Xiaowei.

And as Chenyang began to pick up his pace, every deep thrust seemed to reach the very depths of her soul.

She leaned back on the bed, enjoying it to the fullest.

At this moment, Chenyang wasn’t just feeling pleasure, but also an indescribable excitement.

Because his enemy was right beside them.

Not only was he unable to stop it, but he couldn’t even curse them out.

That feeling of powerlessness—wanting to kill him but being utterly unable to—made Li Qiang suffer even more, a feeling worse than death. But for Chenyang, it pushed his thirst for revenge to its absolute peak.

To keep that gratifying feeling going, he charged forward with all his might.

At times he played with Lin Xiaowei’s fair feet, at others he hoisted her two beautiful, pale legs onto his shoulders.

He watched her supple peaks bobbing actively, watched that pink flesh being ruthlessly stretched open by him, juices flowing wildly.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?"

"So good... ah, it feels amazing. You’re incredible, you’re hitting... hitting the very back, faster... go faster."

CLICK.

Just as the two were in the heat of their battle, the sound of a key in a lock suddenly reached their ears.

Chenyang’s movements came to an abrupt halt. "Is Aunt Qin back?"

"Mmm... ah... don’t, don’t worry about her, quick... fuck me, I’m... I’m about to come."

"You little slut. Weren’t you just worried about her finding out? Why aren’t you scared now?"

"The door... ah... the door is locked from the inside, she can’t get in. And... and she... ah, ah... she told me earlier that if I was willing, I could... I could let you help Li Qiang with me. So... so as long as she can’t see, even if she hears something... ah, ah... she won’t get suspicious."

After hearing this, Chenyang immediately relaxed.

He hoisted her long legs onto his shoulders, reached out to grip her bouncing breasts tightly, and started fucking her even more ferociously than before.