Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 223: Sister Is Uncomfortable

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Sister Is Uncomfortable

"Not gonna happen!"

Zhang Xuewen didn’t even turn her head, answering softly.

She knew Chen Dashan well. To his women, Chen Dashan was always accommodating and doting, not at all like some men.

"Mmm..."

Another wave of soul-stirring moans came from the pharmacy, making Zhao Jiayao feel weak all over; her legs seemed as if they couldn’t stand firm, and she curiously peeked into the room.

"Bastard, where are you touching?"

The woman’s scolding voice made it even more embarrassing.

Zhao Jiayao craned her neck to see, on the king-sized bed, a woman with skin as white as snow, wearing only underwear lying on the bed, her body curvy and sleek as jade, her pretty face veiled thinly, adding to her allure.

Her black hair draped over her shoulders, and her snow-white skin peeked out from the gaps in her hair, creating a strong visual impact.

This scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

Such a beauty, not to mention men, even women would feel parched looking at her.

At that moment, Chen Dashan’s fingers were unintentionally grazing the flower bud, leaving Ning Caizhu burning hot all over, uncontrollably shivering. Seeing Chen Dashan’s smug smile, she felt both shy and angry, "Pervert!"

"Get out!"

"Out!"

The massage also ended, and Chen Dashan withdrew his hand, smirking, "It’s fine, I’ll wait for the day you can’t help it!"

"If you beg me then, maybe I’ll have to think about it."

"In your dreams!"

Ning Caizhu cut him off directly, glaring at Chen Dashan with wide eyes. She was not a flirtatious woman, and for Chen Dashan to say that was simply an insult to her.

"Ouch!"

Outside the door, Zhang Xuewen looked up and her head hit a shelf at the doorway, crying out in pain.

Chen Dashan immediately picked up the blanket from the corner of the bed to cover Ning Caizhu, his face darkening as he said, "Who’s out there?"

Silence!

No one answered, one second, two seconds later.

Clasping her hands, Zhao Jiayao stood at the doorway and said softly, "It’s us."

"We... We have something to tell you, it’s about the company, we didn’t see you, we thought you were resting in the pharmacy!"

Zhang Xuewen also rubbed her head, grimacing in pain, "Yeah, you’ve been in there with Miss Ning for over two hours, we were just worried about you!"

"Ow, Brother Dashan, my head hurts so much!"

Chen Dashan stood up, sighed helplessly, and said, "Let’s go, we can talk in the office."

Seeing Chen Dashan emerge, Zhang Xuewen’s face lit up with joy, and she quickly hugged Chen Dashan’s arm tightly, "Brother Dashan, have you missed us lately?"

"You didn’t come to see us, Jiayao Sister and I have been missing you..."

Listening to Zhang Xuewen’s chatter, Zhao Jiayao followed behind the two, her head bowed and smiling lightly, her voluptuous back looking very rhythmic. From behind, she appeared like a ripe, juicy peach.

"Chen Dashan..."

As Ning Caizhu watched the three of them walking away, she hurriedly dressed while calling out.

That stinking rogue Chen Dashan, to just leave without attending to her? After all, she was the young lady of the Ning Family, and a patient at that.

"Damn hooligan!"

Ning Caizhu stomped her feet in anger. She didn’t realize that it was she who had told Chen Dashan to get lost, and now that he really was going out with another woman, she actually felt a trace of annoyance and even a hint of jealousy.

...

Meanwhile, inside the Chen Fruit Office.

Zhao Jiayao was wearing a yellow figure-hugging dress that accentuated her curves. The split on the right side of the dress was particularly sexy, revealing the friction between her long, fair legs with every step she took, stirring up fantasies. She bent over to fill Chen Dashan’s cup with water, her round and peachy backside aiming right at him.

The thin fabric sketched the arc of her peach, plump and full.

You could even clearly see the outline of her triangle underwear, and the beige hem of her dress fluttering with the breeze against her fair, smooth thighs.

Zhao Jiayao turned around, her seductive eyes like silk as she said to Chen Dashan, "You haven’t had time to come over for a meal recently, you must be thirsty, right?"

With that, she approached Chen Dashan step by step, her feminine fragrance enveloping the room. Chen Dashan reached for the cup, his eyes fixating on the bouncing globes at Zhao Jiayao’s chest, licking his lips, "I am a bit thirsty."

"But water won’t quench my fiery thirst!"

Having just given Ning Caizhu a massage, Chen Dashan’s desire had been ignited. Now his little brother was still standing tall, and with Zhao Jiayao’s seduction, Chen Dashan just wanted to have a good, hard romp.

Hearing Chen Dashan’s words, Zhao Jiayao’s cheeks flushed red. She promptly sat on his lap and began to stroke his solid chest with her soft, flexible hands. Her red lips parted slightly, breathing out warm air, "Shall I help you cool down your fire?"

As she spoke, Zhao Jiayao’s face lit up with a seductive smile, her body sliding down, her small mouth gently biting the fabric of Chen Dashan’s pants, as well as the powerful giant dragon beneath them.

The tingling sensation made Chen Dashan’s body shiver.

Zhao Jiayao quickly undid Chen Dashan’s pants and couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth, the warm and slippery sensation making Chen Dashan lie back comfortably in the boss chair.

Seeing Chen Dashan’s contented face, Zhao Jiayao was even more delighted, licking wildly, while making satisfied moans now and then.

...

Outside the door.

Ning Caizhu walked along the corridor with a blank expression, her eyes scanning around. The staff had said Chen Dashan’s office was on the top floor.

"Where has he gone?"

Ning Caizhu was speechless. This damn hooligan couldn’t move when he saw a woman. Whenever a woman called for him, Chen Dashan would just run off, completely ignoring her.

Chen Dashan hadn’t arranged where she should rest, nor had he clarified anything about treating her illness, and just like that, he was gone.

"Mmm... Ahh..."

"Dashan, kiss me!"

The sounds of a woman’s moans and heavy, rapid breathing came through.

Ning Caizhu stopped in her tracks, her face flushed, her heart racing. Without a doubt, Chen Dashan was engaging in that kind of activity with a woman. The image of Chen Dashan giving her a massage came to her mind, along with his handsome face sporting a mischievous smile.

Compelled as if by some phantom force, Ning Caizhu turned her head toward the office where the noises were coming from.

Peeking through the crack, Ning Caizhu’s pupils contracted, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, her heart pounding wildly. Inside the room, she saw a curvaceous woman pressed against Chen Dashan, writhing her waist and rubbing against his treasure as her hands kept moving gently up and down.

The woman was fiercely devouring Chen Dashan, full of passion.

Chen Dashan’s dragon stood tall, and as Ning Caizhu looked at his treasure, she felt both shocked and excited, squatting on the ground with weak knees and feeling flushed all over.

Then, Chen Dashan roughly flipped the woman over, pressing her onto the desk, and with a "slap!" he brought his hand down on Zhao Jiayao’s shapely rear.

The snow-white, delicate flesh quivered like water ripples.

Zhao Jiayao lay on the desk, raising her buttocks high, with dew hanging at her flower bud and her face flushed red as she turned to look at Chen Dashan, "I’m so uncomfortable, Dashan, stop teasing!"