Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 38th - : Closing the Distance

Chapter 38: 38th Chapter: Closing the Distance

Chen Dashan chuckled and said, "Of course, Sister Zhao, you value me enough to establish a partnership. In the future, we’ll grow the business together and earn money together."

Zhao Jiayao smiled with pursed lips.

Thinking of the future market prospects, the happier she became, her walk turned confident and carefree.

Zhao Jiayao walked ahead, keen to take in the scenery of this mountain village orchard.

Chen Dashan followed behind, gazing at Zhao Jiayao’s figure, which was truly enticing.

Her round and plump peach-shaped bottom showcased under her blue bodycon dress, was extremely full and pert.

Paired with her tiny waist that could be encircled with one hand, and her fair, long legs, she had a devilish figure!

It was enough to leave one parched and imagining the sensation of holding that tiny waist, thrusting against those peachy buttocks.

She was truly a back-view killer!

Chen Dashan thought to himself.

Of course, Zhao Jiayao’s front was quite attractive too, with her beautiful features and efficient demeanor, she radiated the aura of a stunning city beauty, along with a kind of intellectual charm.

"Dashan, what are you looking at? Why are you walking so slowly?"

Zhao Jiayao glanced back at Chen Dashan. After their conversation, she had become more affectionate in her address toward him.

Seeing Chen Dashan’s somewhat dazed eyes fixed on her.

She couldn’t help but secretly giggle, thinking she still had charm. This young and handsome fellow, Chen Dashan, liked to sneak peeks at her figure!

Today she hadn’t even had time to dress up or do her makeup; next time she did, wouldn’t she completely enchant him?

All women like to have their figures appreciated, which is why they show them off, they just never verbalize it.

Of course, that’s provided the person admiring their figure isn’t too repulsive.

And Zhao Jiayao not only didn’t find Chen Dashan repulsive, but she also actually had a bit of a liking for this handsome young man.

Chen Dashan’s appearance, physique, including his speech and temperament, all met her aesthetic standards.

Being looked at by Chen Dashan made Zhao Jiayao secretly thrilled, as her smile quivered like flowers in the wind.

"Dashan, come on, pick up the pace, stop daydreaming there. I haven’t had enough of the scenery here," Zhao Jiayao teased.

"Alright," Chen Dashan said with an awkward smile, having realized that Zhao Jiayao had caught him peeking.

They arrived at an orange orchard.

Zhao Jiayao exclaimed, "Dashan, the place where I lived when I was a child was an orange hill. Back then, I would climb up the tree every day to pick oranges, which was a lot of fun. I’ve loved eating oranges all these years."

"After I finished school, I chose to work in the fruit industry. Now I’m somewhat successful, have made some money, left the countryside, and bought a house in the county, but I can’t find the joy of my childhood."

Chen Dashan smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, if you like the orchards here, you can come to Stone Village often to relive your childhood joys."

Zhao Jiayao nodded in agreement and said, "You make a good point!"

As she spoke, Zhao Jiayao looked at an orange tree and said, "Dashan, look at that orange, it’s so big. I’ve always liked big fruits since I was little. Watch me pick it, and later we can share it."

Suddenly feeling playful, Zhao Jiayao walked to the orange tree, jumped, grabbed a branch, and pulled down.

Just as she reached out to pluck the large orange, suddenly, she didn’t have enough strength, and the branch sprang back.

She was yanked off-balance, lost her footing, and started falling to the ground.

"Ah!"

Zhao Jiayao let out a cry of alarm, and Chen Dashan, quick-eyed and agile from a distance, rushed over and caught her in his arms, preventing her from falling to the ground.

In that moment, Zhao Jiayao found herself embraced in Dashan’s arms.

"Dashan, thank you..." Zhao Jiayao’s face blushed with embarrassment, having tried to pick the fruit only to make a fool of herself.

She nearly fell flat on her face but was caught by Chen Dashan instead.

Embraced by Chen Dashan, she felt the robust aura of a young man and those mesmerizing hands that were wrapped around her slender waist.

Zhao Jiayao’s complexion grew even more flushed. She had not been held by a man in a long time; separated from her husband and living in different places for years, they had become strangers, no different from being single.

Suddenly embraced by Chen Dashan, her heart thumped wildly.

"Dashan, do you have some kind of tool in your pocket, ah? It’s making me very uncomfortable."

Zhao Jiayao suddenly realized she was sitting on Chen Dashan’s lap, and there was a hard, huge object in Chen Dashan’s pocket, like a large wrench, pressing against her backside, giving her a strange feeling.

"I didn’t bring any tools," said Chen Dashan.

"Still saying you don’t have anything? Let me see what it is, carrying it with you all the time."

Zhao Jiayao didn’t believe Chen Dashan, she turned around, face to face with him, and her delicate hand reached for Chen Dashan’s pocket, grabbing the thing that was making her uncomfortable.

Chen Dashan shivered sharply and stared at Zhao Jiayao with widened eyes.

His manhood was suddenly grasped by Zhao Jiayao’s hand, and in an instant, it reared up angrily!

"Huh? This?"

Zhao Jiayao suddenly realized something felt off. The huge object she held in her hand was slowly swelling and was incredibly hot!

Moreover, its shape was somewhat... unusual.

It seemed to be a man’s... you know...

Impossible! How could there be something so big! It was several sizes larger than her big toy!

Zhao Jiayao was shocked to her core as she came to a sudden realization.

She looked down and saw that Chen Dashan’s pants had pitched a large tent.

The shape and texture of the angry dragon were clearly visible.

And she could not even grasp it with one hand!

Zhao Jiayao’s face flushed with embarrassment, and a wave of shame washed over her.

Oh my God!

This turned out to be Chen Dashan’s member; his assets were too substantial, weren’t they?

Her own philandering husband was pretty good-sized, but he didn’t even come close to half of Chen Dashan’s!

What on earth was she doing?

She was actually touching a boy she had just met ... there...

Too embarrassing!

Zhao Jiayao shyly withdrew her hand, yet her gaze was glued to the bulge in Chen Dashan’s pants that seemed stuffed with a brick, unable to move away.

She also couldn’t bear to leave Chen Dashan’s embrace and remained seated on his thigh, her buttocks pressed against that giant object, feeling its firmness and the heat it radiated.

At that moment, she felt both shy and excited, squeezing her legs together unconsciously.

Chen Dashan inhaled a cool breath as his furious dragon rose, being compressed by Zhao Jiayao’s buttocks, experiencing the full softness and elasticity.

This woman was truly fierce!

Chen Dashan felt parched and looked at Zhao Jiayao in his arms, whose face was flushed red; his gaze drifted down to see the profound whiteness under her low-cut outfit.

He also saw the trembling of her twin peaks, caused by her racing heartbeat.

"Boss Zhao, are you alright now?" Chen Dashan asked.

"I’m, I’m alright now." Zhao Jiayao attempted to stand up, but suddenly discovered she had twisted her foot and couldn’t stand up, her face growing even redder.

"Dashan, I twisted my foot and can’t stand up. Please help me up..."