Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 358 - 357 Hehe, sorry about that!

Chapter 358: Chapter 357 Hehe, sorry about that!

After being stunned for a few seconds, Zhang Ziyi came to her senses with an exclaim, "Pervert!"

Having said that, she threw the paintbrush in her hand at him.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose." Ye Haochuan was extremely depressed, catching the paintbrush and repeatedly apologizing.

Zhang Ziyi’s bosom trembled violently, and she stamped her foot. "I think you did it on purpose!"

After she spoke, she desperately grabbed anything she could from the coffee table and hurled it at Ye Haochuan.

Ye Haochuan kept reaching out, catching one item after another, a cell phone, a wine bottle, snacks, juice...

In the end, when Zhang Ziyi had nothing left to throw, she wished she could lift the coffee table and smash it on him, but it was too bulky. Finally, she could only yell, "Get out, get out now!"

At this time, Ye Haochuan had become calmer, saying, "Please, is it necessary? It’s not like I haven’t seen your bodies before..."

Zhang Ziyi snapped angrily, "Are you still talking?"

Ye Haochuan, at a loss for words, said, "Besides, how was I supposed to know you’d be drawing in the living room?"

"Shut your crow’s mouth. How were we supposed to know you would pop out from the balcony?" Zhang Ziyi shouted.

"I had wanted to go upstairs directly without using the balcony, but the building manager forbidded it, right?" Ye Haochuan said helplessly.

"Then at least you could’ve made a call before you came!" Zhang Ziyi glared at him resentfully.

"This afternoon, didn’t you tell me to come here so you could personally draw a portrait for me? I thought you knew..."

While speaking, Ye Haochuan suddenly felt an odd sensation in his nostrils and, touching them, realized his hand was covered in blood.

Damn, he was actually having a nosebleed!

Ye Haochuan felt utterly frustrated.

Seeing him bleed from the nose, Zhang Ziyi quickly realized that she was still wearing her sexy nightgown, now completely exposed before him, which was utterly embarrassing.

"Are... are you still looking?" Zhang Ziyi, with her face flushed red, threatened with clenched fists.

"Alright, alright, I’m not looking, okay?" Ye Haochuan covered his eyes with his hands.

But how could he miss out on such good fortune? He slightly parted his fingers, his eyes wide open, eager to feast his sight.

Unaware of his little trick, Zhang Ziyi took the chance while he was covering his eyes to hurry into her own room.

Man, who would have thought Ziyi didn’t have much up top, but her figure was quite tempting.

Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

With no one left in the living room, Ye Haochuan felt bored. His gaze fell on a comic on the coffee table. He couldn’t help but laugh when he looked at it, as it was actually a comic strip.

The content of the comic was interesting, and the protagonist was none other than himself.

Only, the way he, the protagonist, was drawn seemed to be caricatured, with his head clearly out of normal proportion, significantly larger, and the expressions extremely exaggerated, literally a big-headed kid in the real world.

The setting of the comic was clearly a classroom. He was standing at the podium, animatedly teaching the class while many students listened below.

The captions were also entertaining, mostly dialogues from classroom interactions with the students, each line witfully classic.

Hey, this Ziyi really put in some effort!

Ye Haochuan smiled, thinking that these dozen or so sheets of paper couldn’t have been drawn in a short time; she probably drew them sneakily during class.

Suddenly, Zhang Ziyi came out again, now dressed in fresh, clean clothes. However, her complexion still seemed a bit off. Judging by her expression, she looked as if she wanted to devour him alive.

Knowing he was at fault, Ye Haochuan chuckled sheepishly, "Are you out?"

Zhang Ziyi snorted and didn’t respond to him, clearly still upset with him.

Seeing her like that, Ye Haochuan quickly changed the subject, chuckling, "By the way, when do we start?"

"I’ve already drawn a picture for you," said Zhang Ziyi as she pulled a sheet of paper from the easel.

Ye Haochuan looked down and saw a portrait leap out from the paper.

What the, is she messing with me? I’m already preparing to take off my pants, and this is what she shows me?

Ye Haochuan was speechless and said, "Didn’t we agree to do a live figure drawing? Why is it this?"

Zhang Ziyi replied indifferently, "Portrait painting is indeed figure drawing, isn’t it?"

"No, no, no, I meant that kind without any clothes on..."

Before Ye Haochuan could finish, Zhang Ziyi interrupted with a smirk, "You mean nude drawing? Why didn’t you say so earlier? However, I never agreed to draw that for you."

In an instant, Ye Haochuan felt like he had fallen into a trap. He was about to sweet-talk Zhang Ziyi into painting one for him, but she seemed to read his mind, stretched languidly, and hummed, "It’s getting late, Little Ye, this palace must sleep."

Little Ye? This palace? What does she take me for?

Ye Haochuan was speechless, his heart itching with hatred for Zhang Ziyi, yet he was utterly helpless.

But what he never expected was that Zhang Ziyi’s joy would turn to sorrow in an instant; without warning, she twisted her foot and toppled backward.

"Be careful!" Ye Haochuan was startled and hurriedly rushed forward several steps to catch her in his arms.

So soft!

Ye Haochuan’s hands supported Zhang Ziyi’s waist, and the softness he felt set his mind aflutter.

"Let go..." Feeling his hand on her, Zhang Ziyi yelled, both shy and anxious, slightly angry.

"Hehe, sorry about that!"

Ye Haochuan quickly helped Zhang Ziyi stand up, apologizing with his mouth, but his hand couldn’t resist sneaking another touch.

"You..." Zhang Ziyi’s face turned a bit red.

She hastily pushed him away, but as she tried to walk forward, she felt a sudden stiffness in her waist. With a cry of surprise, she instinctively covered her waist.

"What’s wrong?" Ye Haochuan asked, looking puzzled.

"I twisted my waist just now." Zhang Ziyi frowned lightly, gently pressing on her waist.

"You didn’t seriously injure your waist, did you?" Ye Haochuan said.

"My waist was injured when I was younger; it has always been a weak spot, and it easily gets injured if I’m not careful," Zhang Ziyi said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

"Ah, then shall I take a look for you?" Ye Haochuan eagerly offered.

"No, no need." Remembering how he loves to touch around when checking, and the lecherous look in his eyes, Zhang Ziyi was quite worried and quickly waved him off.

"What time is it already, yet you’re still saying this?" Without any discussion, Ye Haochuan picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.

"There’s no need..." Zhang Ziyi uttered softly.

Yet somehow, being held in his arms, she felt a very comfortable and reassuring sense of security.

After laying Zhang Ziyi gently on the bed, Ye Haochuan began to examine her back with his Perspective ability and quickly discovered a slight misalignment in her vertebrae that seemed to have been there for a while.

"Ziyi, don’t move about; your waist hadn’t healed properly in the past, no wonder it’s prone to injury. I’ll massage it first, then use acupuncture, and with a bit of rest and care, you should recover," Ye Haochuan said.

"Mm."

At this point, Zhang Ziyi knew it was pointless to refuse; she didn’t want to endure the pain of frequently injuring her waist anymore.

Next, Ye Haochuan slowly lifted her clothes, revealing her pure, smooth waist.