Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 324: Don’t Spare Even the Injured

Chapter 324: Chapter 324: Don’t Spare Even the Injured

"Don’t go!"

In the room, Qi Junya lay weakly on the bed, one hand covering her chest, looking up at Chen Dashan pitifully while clutching his clothes.

Chen Dashan sat back down on the edge of the bed, "Rest for a while. I’ll ask Hongling to get you some soup."

"Don’t go!"

After speaking, Qi Junya’s delicate body lunged forward, nestling her head in Chen Dashan’s embrace. She continued, "Chen Dashan, to be with you, I didn’t even go home when I went to Hengshui City. Could you stay with me a bit longer?"

"Today, I thought I was going to die. But the thought of dying with you didn’t scare me!"

"I’ve never seen a place like that basement before, nor smelled anything like it. But as long as I’m with you, I can go anywhere..."

Finished speaking, Qi Junya buried her small face in Chen Dashan’s chest. Something warm seemed to spread from her chest.

Chen Dashan took a deep breath, reached out, and stroked Qi Junya’s hair.

Softly, he said, "With me here, you won’t die!"

Qi Junya wore a fashionable, sexy camisole outfit and short, revealing shorts. Her tear-streaked face looked up at Chen Dashan, her delicate features full of longing. Chen Dashan felt satisfied. The camisole was half-revealing, displaying most of her white breasts, looking round and full from above. Her tight, smooth skin tempted him like a peeled egg, giving him the urge to take a bite.

Chen Dashan lowered his head, noticing Qi Junya’s smooth, jade-like legs pressed together at the knees, long and white. Her short shorts left gaps where he could even see the color of her underwear.

Noticing Chen Dashan staring, Qi Junya’s cheeks flushed. Softly, she said, "How about you give me a massage... my calf seems to hurt a little."

As she spoke, Qi Junya’s eyes were sultry, pulling Chen Dashan’s big hand onto her smooth, white thigh. She looked at Chen Dashan seductively, moving his hand upwards, past her thigh, her tight abdomen, and then to her plump breasts. Chen Dashan’s whole body trembled.

This little minx wasn’t asking for a massage; she clearly wanted to misbehave.

Propping herself up with one hand, Qi Junya’s neck tilted back, her body formed into a tantalizing S-shape on the bed. Her swan-like neck was long and white, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, and her crossed legs pressed together.

"Try it... it really hurts..."

"Come on..."

Her coquettish tone sent shivers down his spine, combined with her enchanting gaze. Chen Dashan swallowed hard, "My shoulder is still injured. Don’t fool around. Let me get you the soup first."

Finishing his words, Chen Dashan bolted out of the room.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; this was Wu Hongling’s room. Doing anything with another woman here crossed a line. After all, Wu Hongling was devoted to him; he needed to consider her feelings.

"Bang!"

Chen Dashan closed the door, looked down at his crotch, and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Master!"

From the adjacent room, Wu Hongling’s voice came. Chen Dashan looked up, seeing the door closed, and no further sound. Curious, he pushed the door open and took a step inside, just to be enveloped by a warm, soft body as Wu Hongling leaped over, wrapping her arms around his neck. Without a word, she started kissing him passionately.

Before Chen Dashan could react, Wu Hongling, breathless, stripped off her clothes, leaving only a black lace bra.

"Hongling..." Chen Dashan started to speak, but her face flushed. She knelt, grabbing Chen Dashan’s giant dragon and taking it into her mouth.

"Hiss!"

The soft, delicate feeling, warm and moist, made Chen Dashan shudder. Watching Wu Hongling on her knees, fully immersed, gave Chen Dashan immense satisfaction. Wu Hongling’s features were striking, with an exotic beauty. Her long ponytail added a touch of heroism without losing beauty, making her a stunning sight wherever she went.

Now, kneeling at Chen Dashan’s feet, her long lashes drooped, her expression hungry yet earnest.

Her ample chest was impressively large, round, and firm. The black lace bra seemed unable to contain her breasts, pushing them to bulge out. The upper part seemed ready to explode at any moment, forming a deep valley between them, long and narrow.

Chen Dashan’s breathing became rapid, feeling like a flame burned in his lower abdomen.

Grabbing Wu Hongling’s chin, he lifted her from the ground. Facing Chen Dashan’s stiff giant dragon, her face turned shy. She bit her rosy lips and said, "Master, it’s been so long since we’ve had a deep connection."

Smiling shyly, Wu Hongling lowered her head, flashing white teeth.

Chen Dashan held Wu Hongling in his arms, skillfully unhooking her bra. The black lace fell to the floor, leaving Wu Hongling bending her head shyly. Chen Dashan, eyes wide, buried his face in her bountiful bosom.

"Ah... Master!"

Wu Hongling felt ticklish and shy, tilting her pretty face while holding Chen Dashan’s hair. The two of them changed positions, exploring the meaning of life together.

"Creak!"

"Creak..."

"Master, Master... mmm ah..."

As they moved, the wooden bed creaked, audible at the door, along with Wu Hongling’s moans. Chunhua, carrying soup with both hands, stood at the door, her ear pressed against it. Listening to the noises from inside, her face flushed and a knowing smile appeared.

Smiling happily, Chunhua turned to find Qi Junya waiting for Chen Dashan, hearing the sounds from Wu Hongling’s room. She frowned slightly.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Qi Junya, Chunhua lifted her chin proudly.

Showing an attitude that she didn’t want to deal with Qi Junya, Chunhua entered Qi’s room to leave the soup. Returning to the doorway, she was taken aback.

"Where is Miss Qi?"

Chunhua looked bewildered. Qi Junya was just there; if she were taken, Feiyun Villa would be responsible.

Worried, Chunhua turned and noticed the door of the adjacent room slightly ajar. Squatting and peeking inside, she saw Wu Hongling and Chen Dashan in intense action. Qi Junya had removed her shirt and denim shorts, twisting her waist while pressing her large breasts against Chen Dashan, moving seductively.

"Damn it!"

Chunhua stomped her foot in anger. After a moment, she crouched back down to peek, her face flushed. The idea kept running through her mind: if Qi Junya could enter, why couldn’t she?

An hour later.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

"Buzz!"

Chen Dashan’s phone vibrated constantly. After finishing their intense session, Chen Dashan took a deep breath and answered. On the other end, Zhou Hui’s anxious voice came through, "Dashan, something’s wrong. A lot of police have come to the house!"