Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 229: Can You Talk, You Little Sprite?

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Can You Talk, You Little Sprite?

Seeing Ye Haochuan push the door and come in, Zhang Ziyi, who had been struggling to hold on, felt her pretty face flush, and her mental defenses nearly collapsed.

"Brother Ye, how much longer... before you can remove the needle?" Zhang Ziyi asked, enduring her shyness.

Observing the flush rising on her face, Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but laugh and say, "I’m afraid it’s going to be a little while longer."

"Ah!" Zhang Ziyi exclaimed in shock.

It had been almost twenty minutes since the start, but it was during these short twenty minutes that she hadn’t expected to feel the urge to urinate so frequently. Due to Ye Haochuan’s instructions, she hadn’t dared to get off the bed and had been holding it in all this time.

How could Ye Haochuan not know the side effect of this acupuncture? He teased deliberately, "What’s the matter?"

"I... I... I need to pee." Zhang Ziyi stuttered and when she said the last two words, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame.

She had never, from childhood to now, said such things in front of anyone, especially not a man.

There was no record of anyone being able to be peeved to death while alive, but looking at her, it seemed like she couldn’t hold it much longer!

Ye Haochuan found it amusing, but now that he checked the time, it seemed about right, so he swiftly removed the Silver Needle.

"Go ahead."

Upon receiving his permission, Zhang Ziyi felt immensely relieved and didn’t bother to put on any clothes to cover her exposed areas, but simply jumped out of bed and flew toward the bathroom like a whirlwind.

The moment she leaped out of bed, her deep V silk nightgown revealed a pair of "those," which undulated momentarily, nearly breaking free from their constraints. The sight made Ye Haochuan’s eyelids twitch wildly, and his nosebleed almost burst forth once more.

Damn, that’s fierce! An extraordinary bosom indeed!

Ye Haochuan marveled to himself.

Bored for the moment, he began looking around Zhang Ziyi’s boudoir.

Unlike Zhao Bingqian’s warm and cute boudoir, Zhang Ziyi’s room was filled with an artistic ambiance.

The four walls were lined with delicate white wallpaper, sprayed with painted artistic colors that were clearly done by hand. Among them was a hand-painted *****, which caught Ye Haochuan’s eye.

This ***** painting depicted a woman. Honestly, it was exquisitely done, with clear layers and a combination of motion and stillness that made one feel a sense of being away from **** and experiencing the beauty and vitality of youth.

Remembering that Zhang Ziyi herself studied art and painting, Ye Haochuan silently praised her, thinking this little sprite had talent! Later on, he should have her do a ***** painting of him, ideally featuring his pride and joy for everyone to appreciate.

At the thought, Ye Haochuan’s eyes nearly narrowed with anticipation.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Zhang Ziyi returned from the bathroom. However, facing Ye Haochuan, she felt an intense sense of shame that she couldn’t shake off.

Especially after coming in and seeing him staring at her Saintess Peak, drooling three feet long, made her feel even more embarrassed. She stamped her foot hastily and said, "Brother Ye, you... "

Only then did Ye Haochuan snap back to reality, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth and blushing as he said, "Sorry, sorry, Ziyi, don’t mind me, that was just a normal reaction from a normal man."

Zhang Ziyi couldn’t handle it and quickly covered herself with a thin blanket from the bed, covering up her entire body.

Ye Haochuan’s soul finally settled back into place, and pointing to the ***** painting on the wall, he laughed and said, "Ziyi, this painting of yours is really good, but your style is too conservative, really too conservative."

Pah! This is a **** painting, not that kind of smutty nude photo!

Zhang Ziyi silently spat at him.

Ye Haochuan saw right through her thoughts and didn’t mind, he chuckled and said, "Ziyi, does your art academy need nude models? How about giving Brother Ye a chance? I don’t even need to be paid."

No sooner had he spoken than Zhang Ziyi guessed what he was up to and laughed, "Forget it, Brother Ye, I’m afraid our art academy wouldn’t dare to use a nude model like you."

"Why not? I’ve got a good figure!" Ye Haochuan was a bit puzzled, then struck a pose to flex his muscles, "Look at these biceps of mine, they’re like fifty kilograms of dynamite... and my thighs are like a hundred kilograms of dynamite... as for the fuse, heh heh, it’s at least twenty-plus centimeters..."

As he spoke, he was about to start taking off his trousers to show Zhang Ziyi.

"Oh my, Brother Ye, you..." Zhang Ziyi immediately blushed and hurriedly covered her eyes.

"Aren’t you used to facing male nude models? Haven’t you seen it all before? What’s wrong with looking at mine?" Ye Haochuan teased.

Zhang Ziyi gave him a glare and said, "Nonsense, our academy’s male nude models all wear shorts. How could they be like you?"

Ye Haochuan suddenly realized and was about to continue teasing her when his phone rang. He took it out and saw it was a call from Zhao Bingqian.

He knew exactly what was going on. Heh, it must be this little sprite. Her lower parts were itchy and unbearable, and she wanted him to come and have a look.

"Alright, Ziyi, you should rest early. I’m going to check on Bingqian."

"Mhm."

After opening the door, Ye Haochuan suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and gave Zhang Ziyi a suggestive smile, "Ziyi, when you’re free, why not paint a **** picture for Brother Ye alone?"

"This..." Zhang Ziyi hesitated a bit.

"No way? After all the hard work Brother Ye put into treating you at no charge, you can’t give me this little acknowledgment? Wuu wuu, Brother Ye is really heartbroken." Ye Haochuan feigned a few tears.

Zhang Ziyi was somewhat soft-hearted and after a struggle within herself, she finally nodded, "Alright, but you must wear shorts."

Damn, how am I going to show off my dick with shorts on?

Ye Haochuan was a bit frustrated, but thinking it over, this was already Zhang Ziyi’s biggest concession. So he didn’t fuss any further and said with a smile, "Okay, no problem. But when will it be?"

"How about next Monday?" Zhang Ziyi thought for a moment and said.

"Alright, next Monday it is," Ye Haochuan went out with a smile, closing the door behind him.

Next Monday, I’ll have to prepare well, Ye Haochuan thought lustfully.

When he arrived at Zhao Bingqian’s door, Ye Haochuan pushed the door open to see the little sprite, who had now changed into a light, homely outfit. She was pacing beside the bed, looking restless and anxious.

As he entered, Zhao Bingqian rushed toward him like he was a lifeline, her face full of woe, "Uncle, please treat me quickly, my down there is unbearably itchy..."

Damn, your down there is unbearably itchy?

Ye Haochuan almost fainted. You little sprite, do you even know how to speak? Don’t you realize how ambiguous that sounds?