Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 39: The Boss Lady’s Secret

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: The Boss Lady’s Secret

Zhao Jiayao tried to get up, her voluptuous hips rubbing back and forth against Chen Dashan’s crotch.

This is maddening!

The sensation was soft and tender, warm and slightly moist in the crevice, like a fish in the shallows trying to reach deeper waters for battle.

Chen Dashan’s breath was hot, his breathing brushed against the back of Zhao Jiayao’s snow-white ear.

A strong masculine scent made Zhao Jiayao’s whole body tremble, involuntarily clamping her legs together, the area around her Peach Garden flowing with a gentle stream, her eyes misting over: "I... Dashan, Dashan..."

Zhao Jiayao’s voice was suppressed, as if she had been wronged, her whole body clinging to Chen Dashan’s chest like an octopus, panting heavily.

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way!

Her whole body was hot and felt especially empty.

Chen Dashan lowered his head, looking at Zhao Jiayao in his arms, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed, her pink tongue constantly licking her red lips, like a thirsty person wanting more.

Chen Dashan’s lower abdomen was burning, a certain part already scorching hot.

He really wanted to satisfy Chen Jiayao, after all, women of her caliber weren’t common in the county. But, since they were not very familiar and their relationship was developing too quickly, it was not beneficial.

This woman is too deadly!

Chen Dashan looked around, although there were no people in the orchard during the day, the old village chief and Chen Xueyi might come by any moment.

If the old village chief misunderstood, Chen Dashan could only think of the embarrassment, his head suddenly filled with dark lines.

The old village chief was someone he greatly respected in the village, and he wanted to leave a good impression on him.

Thinking of this, Chen Dashan placed both hands under Zhao Jiayao’s armpits, moving her off his lap.

"Dashan... I, I..."

Zhao Jiayao felt embarrassed, her face flushed to the tips of her ears, not daring to look directly at Chen Dashan.

She felt utterly humiliated, almost losing control just now. Chen Dashan sat there unaffected, clearly not that kind of person; the more Zhao Jiayao thought about it, the more ashamed she felt.

But having been in the business world for many years, her bad mood quickly subsided. Biting her lower lip lightly, she said openly: "The orchard is too hot, Dashan, help me up!"

"Can you still walk with your feet?"

Chen Dashan looked at Zhao Jiayao’s high heels with concern, frowning.

The shoes were delicate and small, her insteps fair and tender, but her ankle was already swollen and red, clearly a severe sprain.

Help must be timely and effective.

Sure enough, Zhao Jiayao tried to take a step, immediately crouching down in pain, sucking in a breath, sweat beads emerging on her fair forehead due to the pain.

"I can’t walk, it hurts too much. I originally wanted to pick a fruit for you to taste, but didn’t expect it to end up like this."

Zhao Jiayao smiled helplessly, looking up at Chen Dashan and suddenly said coquettishly: "It’s all because of you, so you’ll have to take care of the fruit for me."

The tone of her voice clearly didn’t match her mature appearance.

Her coquettish demeanor made her even more irresistible.

Just imagine, a domineering female CEO suddenly acting coy; who could stand that?

Chen Dashan squatted down, removing Zhao Jiayao’s high heels, exposing a delicate, fair foot to the sunlight. Her feet were like fine art, her skin as smooth and tender as milk.

"You, don’t..."

Zhao Jiayao struggled, trying to pull her foot back.

No one had ever touched her feet like this in her life. Chen Dashan’s rough palm had a solid, steady feeling, coupled with its high temperature, sending a surge of heat through Zhao Jiayao’s limbs.

Making her feel a different warmth in her heart.

"Don’t move!"

Chen Dashan spoke firmly, directly pinning Zhao Jiayao down. One hand cupped her ankle, the other massaged her instep gently.

Due to the Sun and Moon Technique, a cool sensation flowed from Chen Dashan’s palm into Zhao Jiayao’s body.

The originally swollen and painful ankle was now enveloped in a cool feeling.

"Mm..."

Zhao Jiayao let out a soft moan, her voice tender, suppressed yet filled with comfort, echoing in the empty orchard, suggestive.

Chen Dashan didn’t know whether it was the hot weather or the intentional seduction by the woman in front of him. His lower abdomen felt like it was on fire, leaving him parched and dry-mouthed.

"It feels good, it doesn’t hurt much anymore!"

Zhao Jiayao spoke openly, sitting on the ground with her hands propped on the floor, one leg raised, letting Chen Dashan play with her white leg and massage her small foot.

"Not just the ankle, my sole also hurts a bit."

As she spoke, Zhao Jiayao moved her foot, her toes, plump and round, teasingly brushing against Chen Dashan’s chest.

The friction caused Chen Dashan’s chest to react instantly, like entering a state of readiness.

This woman was truly a seductress.

Chen Dashan felt helpless, his big hands hot, his gaze drifting to Zhao Jiayao’s raised white leg. Smooth and white, her legs were perfect in shape, her skin tight and elastic. Higher up, under her black skirt, a dark area was deep and enticing, with a little black mole on the inside of her thigh. Noticing Chen Dashan staring, Zhao Jiayao rubbed her legs together, causing the mole to appear and disappear.

Mysteriously enticing.

"This pain in your sole hasn’t been a recent occurrence, has it?"

Chen Dashan asked.

Zhao Jiayao’s expression immediately turned serious, sitting upright: "How do you know?"

Chen Dashan continued to massage her ankle, casually smiling: "I run a medical clinic. If I couldn’t identify such a condition, why would I have a clinic at all?"

"Can you cure it?"

"What kind of strange disease do I have? Even doctors at the hospital couldn’t identify it."

Zhao Jiayao continued to complain.

Chen Dashan smiled, his gaze scrutinizing Zhao Jiayao like a hunter viewing his prey, from her towering bust to her slender waist, down to that mysterious part.

Zhao Jiayao didn’t mind Chen Dashan’s aggressive gaze; she almost felt eager, lifting her white legs, a glimpse of black lace briefly visible, the area inside bulging like small buns.

Zhao Jiayao wrapped her legs around Chen Dashan’s neck, her eyes seductive: "Cure my illness, and I’ll satisfy any of your desires."

This is exactly what he had been waiting for.

"You’re squeezing my neck too tightly!"

Chen Dashan removed Zhao Jiayao’s legs from around his neck, continuing: "This is caused by endocrine imbalance, leading to insomnia and anxiety, along with frequent back and waist pain."

"Yes, yes!"

Zhao Jiayao was excited; this issue had puzzled her for three to four years, and she hadn’t expected Chen Dashan to describe it so accurately.

Zhao Jiayao retracted her legs, sitting cross-legged next to Chen Dashan: "What’s causing this? How can I treat it?"

"It isn’t hard to cure. A prescription of traditional Chinese medicine for regulation, combined with massage techniques, will resolve it quickly."

"As for the cause..."

Chen Dashan leaned closer, his breath warm on Zhao Jiayao’s face, continuing: "A woman of your age, without intimate relations for an extended period, will develop such issues."

"Actually, my husband and I have been separated for a few years!"