Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 199: If You Want to Fight, Then Let’s Fight

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: If You Want to Fight, Then Let’s Fight

Ye Haochuan tried to add a friend and, without any verification needed, his request was approved.

Ye Haochuan immediately checked the other party’s profile and, to his surprise, the person using the ID "Ling Xiaotian" was only at the Postnatal Early Stage boundary!

Damn it, how can someone with only Postnatal Early Stage strength be so arrogant?

Ye Haochuan curled his lips in contempt, but deep down, he knew that the other’s audacity wasn’t that simple—the Tianyu Alliance was probably what really emboldened this Ling Xiaotian.

But, what exactly is this Tianyu Alliance?

Thinking this, Ye Haochuan began to search his phone back and forth for more information about this Ling Xiaotian.

However, this guy was pretty lazy; apart from a very non-mainstream, flashy profile picture and a signature that read "Is my brother’s avatar awesome?", he hadn’t left any other information.

Ye Haochuan chuckled, a mischievous thought forming in his mind, and under the signature, he simply replied with one word: Like!

With an evil grin, he turned off his phone and said to Han Dazhuang, "Brother Dazhuang, the next time you run into those guys, give me a call. I’ll stand up for you. For now, you’d better rest up properly. If you’re going to practice your skills, better not do it where there’s a lot of people around."

Han Dazhuang responded with a hum, "Brother-in-law, I got it."

After leaving Han Dazhuang’s room, Ye Haochuan suddenly smelled the fragrance of silver fungus soup, which instantly lifted his spirits.

Looking up, he saw Han Xue’er carrying a bowl of silver fungus soup out of the kitchen with a sweet smile, "Brother Ye, I made you a bowl of silver fungus soup. Give it a try."

"Not bad, not bad, Xue’er. I really didn’t see it coming. You’re not only fit for the hall but also for the kitchen. I just don’t know..."

Ye Haochuan chuckled, deliberately leaving her hanging.

"Don’t know what, Brother Ye?" Seeing the naughty smile on his face, Han Xue’er felt a bit shy.

Ye Haochuan blinked and teased, "I just don’t know whether you’re good at... swinging the bed or not?"

He intentionally blurred the words "swinging" and "big," putting Han Xue’er in a spot where she couldn’t possibly withstand his teasing.

"Ah!"

Han Xue’er’s face turned a shade of bashful red, her hand trembling so much that the bowl of silver fungus soup nearly fell to the ground.

Ye Haochuan’s quick reflexes saved the day as he reached out to steady her hand holding the bowl, taking the chance to caress her fingers surreptitiously and chuckled, "Xue’er, you’ve got to hold onto that bowl."

Han Xue’er’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and she tried to pull her hand back, but Ye Haochuan firmly gripped it in his own.

"Brother Ye." Han Xue’er looked up at him but retreated in fright when she met his burning gaze.

"Still calling me Brother Ye?" Ye Haochuan pretended to be a little upset. "We’re already engaged, aren’t we? By still calling me Brother Ye, you’re not taking me seriously, are you?"

"How could I not be?" Han Xue’er pouted, not convinced.

"Then how about calling me husband and let’s hear it?" Ye Haochuan smiled.

Han Xue’er couldn’t bring herself to say it and made an excuse, "Brother Ye, I need to check on the kitchen, the gas stove isn’t turned off..."

The gas stove isn’t turned off?

Ye Haochuan really wanted to burst out laughing. Such a lame excuse—did she think she could fool me? I have Perspective Eyes!

In fact, he could see clearly that the gas stove in the kitchen had already been turned off.

"The gas stove isn’t turned off? Are you sure?"

Looking into his eyes that seemed to understand everything, Han Xue’er’s heart couldn’t help but become flustered, and her pretty face grew even redder. Casting her gaze downward, she changed the subject, "Brother Ye, my brother is right next door..."

Tsk, it’s precisely because your brother is next door that I want to tease you. How thrilling is that?

Ye Haochuan chuckled, "No worries, if you’re shy, then how about we go to your room to ’exchange’ a few words?"

Han Xue’er had no clue about the wicked thoughts in his mind; half resisting, half compliant, she ended up following his wishes and entered her boudoir.

Compared to the simplicity of yesterday, when she had just rented the place, Han Xue’er’s master bedroom now exuded a much warmer feeling, especially the bay window that now had a newly bought pink cushion, with a moderately sized tea table set upon it.

On the tea table, there was an open book that Ye Haochuan could see from afar – it was the required reading for nurses.

It looks like this girl is really diligent and studious, not bad at all!

Ye Haochuan nodded to himself and placed the silver ear soup on the tea table. He then sat sideways on the bay window, patted his thigh authoritatively, and said, "Xue’er, come sit on your husband’s lap and feed him the silver ear soup."

"This..." Han Xue’er was unwilling, as she had never experienced feeding silver ear soup while sitting in a man’s embrace.

Ye Haochuan didn’t care whether she agreed or not; he pulled her over, and with an exclamation from Han Xue’er, by the time she came to her senses, she was already in his embrace, intoxicated by the strong scent emanating from his body.

Seeing such a beautiful and submissive girl held in his arms, showing no resistance, Ye Haochuan swallowed hard; damn, this was the rhythm of Brother Ren’s harvest!

Especially since her body was as soft as boneless, Ye Haochuan, holding her in his arms, felt like he was holding a soft and warm jade, which unintentionally caused young Haochuan to stand up tall, making him quite uncomfortable.

Ye Haochuan leaned close to her face, looking straight into her eyes, and chuckled, "Aren’t you going to feed your husband the silver ear soup?"

With her face flushed, Han Xue’er couldn’t help but whisper, "Don’t... don’t you have hands?"

Ye Haochuan’s face turned stern.

Han Xue’er had no choice but to pick up the silver ear soup, stirring it with a spoon, scooping up a small amount and bringing it to his mouth.

That’s more like it!

Ye Haochuan smiled as he swallowed the spoonful of soup and sighed appreciatively, "Nice!"

Pleased by his compliment, Han Xue’er rejoiced inside. As her shyness gradually faded, she continued to feed him spoonful by spoonful.

After drinking half of it, Ye Haochuan was utterly content. Such a girl was simply born to be married into a home as a wife, and he would have a treat in the future.

"Oh right, Xue’er, it seems you still owe your husband a kiss, don’t you? How about we play a game? You take a sip, then feed me mouth-to-mouth; how does that sound?"

"Ah!" Han Xue’er had not anticipated his peculiar and strange whims, and she shook her head continuously, "No, no..."

"Well then, let’s do it this way; your husband will take a disadvantage. I’ll take a sip, then feed you mouth-to-mouth; how’s that?"

As he spoke, Ye Haochuan picked up the bowl, took a mouthful, and leaned forward with it in his mouth.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, Han Xue’er felt his sudden attack, and her body instantly stiffened.

Ye Haochuan, a veteran of romance, teased and prodded her multiple times, and just like that, they began to kiss each other mouth-to-mouth...

Feeling that the moment was ripe, and it was time to seize the opportunity, Ye Haochuan picked up Han Xue’er’s delicate body, rose to his full height, and laid her down on the bed, ready to take things further. However, the phone rang, its tone somewhat odd, not the ringtone he had set.

Driven by curiosity, Ye Haochuan reluctantly let go of Han Xue’er, but she took the chance to escape like a frightened rabbit under the pretext of tidying up the bowls and spoons.

"I’ll dine on you later."

Watching Han Xue’er leave with a swaying grace, Ye Haochuan chuckled, but the persistent ringing of the phone forced him to hold back his ardor. When he picked up the phone and looked at it, his smile slowly faded. Damn it, if you want war, then let’s have war; do you think I’m scared?