Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe comfortably lay in bed, hands crossed behind his head, watching Su Nanzhi who was standing in front of the wardrobe picking out stockings, and instructed: "Nanzhi, remember to choose those that are very thin."

"Of course, glossy ones are best."

Upon hearing this, Su Nanzhi glanced back at him sharply and said coquettishly: "You men are good for nothing, thinking only about these things all day."

Facing Su Nanzhi’s mockery, Sun Zhe was unfazed, chuckling: "When you were playing with my abs, you didn’t say that."

"Tch, who cares about your few abs?"

Sun Zhe’s face darkened: "Woman, if you keep this attitude, you’ll be crying later, let me tell you."

Su Nanzhi lifted her hand, casually brushing her fragrant hair, coolly said: "Am I supposed to be afraid of you?"

"Alright then, when your sister is foaming at the mouth later, don’t beg me for mercy."

"..."

...

A fierce battle continued until midday before declaring its end.

During the fight, Su Nanzhi repeatedly opened her mouth to surrender and plead for mercy, but Sun Zhe ignored her, relentlessly attacking with fierce thrusts, until Su Nanzhi was shaking her head, hair wildly swirling, sobbing.

Luckily, Zhu Yan suddenly called, urging Sun Zhe to return home for something, allowing Su Nanzhi to escape the ordeal.

Sun Zhe stood by the bed, dressing as he spoke: "Yan’Er said she needed me for something, I’ll be heading home now."

"Mm... Can go."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe’s eyes widened, staring at her with her two snow-white, rounded swells marked with fiery red fingerprints, "Telling me to go?"

With that, he suddenly leapt forward, grabbing Su Nanzhi’s stockings-clad ankles, forcefully pulling her hips towards his abdomen, ready to go another three hundred rounds.

Su Nanzhi giggled sweetly, twisting to struggle, "Oh, go already, I don’t need your service anymore."

"Pia!"

Sun Zhe’s hand gently slapped her tender bunny, "Going or not going?"

Su Nanzhi pouted her little lips, looking pitiful, "Hubby, I was wrong."

"..."

After playing around with Su Nanzhi for a while, Sun Zhe quickly freshened up and left the villa, catching a cab straight home.

He originally wanted Su Nanzhi to drive him home, but unfortunately, she couldn’t press the gas pedal now.

Not just the gas pedal, she couldn’t even get out of bed!

...

...

"Yan’Er, what’s so urgent?"

Sun Zhe quickly walked into the living room, instantly seeing Zhu Yan sitting on the sofa with a worried look.

Zhu Yan hurriedly stood up to meet him, "Ah Zhe, what exactly did you do outside?"

Sun Zhe reached out to scratch his head, "I didn’t do anything."

Zhu Yan handed him a summons, "This was just delivered by the court."

Sun Zhe took a glance and threw it aside, "Just this?"

Zhu Yan looked up at him, her expression serious enough to make him frightened.

"What exactly is going on?"

Sun Zhe reached out to embrace her snow-white shoulders, saying: "This actually has to do with Qiaoqiao. It’s the Fang Family’s retaliation, but don’t worry, I can handle it."

"Really?"

Sun Zhe nodded, "In two days, we’ll go to court, just have to pay a fine and it’s over."

"How much do we have to pay?"

"It doesn’t matter how much, if I lose money, I’ll just earn more."

Seeing Sun Zhe so confident, Zhu Yan didn’t think much more, irritably pinched his waist and sighed, "You little rascal, making people worry all the time."

Sun Zhe chuckled, took two steps back, and began admiring the beauty before him.

The casual spaghetti-strap long dress, snow-white shoulders, and delicate collarbone displayed vividly.

In addition to the little straps of the dress, her snow-white shoulder had transparent bra straps.

On the transparent bra straps were many shiny little sequins, making her snow-white shoulders look even more sexy and enticing.

"Mm... why are you staring at me?"

Sun Zhe’s gaze slid down, looking at the stocking-covered ankle exposed beneath the dress, and asked, "Yan’Er, why wear it like this at home?"

Zhu Yan rolled her eyes, "None of your business."

Sun Zhe pulled her into his embrace, hooked a finger under her transparent strap, lifted it and snapped it gently, asking: "Trying to seduce me, aren’t you?"

Zhu Yan twisted her body, "Stop playing, it hurts when you snap it. The summons is here at home, and you’re still thinking about this."

"Pah!"

Sun Zhe snapped the strap again, then bent over, picking her up in his arms, striding towards the staircase.

"Compared to the summons business, we have more important matters to settle right now."

"Oh, what are you doing? Aren’t we eating?"

Sun Zhe said bitterly, "Yan’Er, I’m feeling suffocated."

"You little tease, where do you get so much energy every day?"

"..."

Just before at Su Nanzhi’s place, Su Nanzhi came several times, reaching the peak of pleasure, but Sun Zhe didn’t come once, so he hadn’t satisfied himself.

Once he got home and saw Zhu Yan dressed like this, how could he possibly endure it?

On the staircase to the second floor.

Sun Zhe walked and said, "But speaking of which, it’s strange, ever since returning from Celestial Prison Mountain, I’ve found myself getting stronger."

Zhu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, worriedly asked: "Could something be wrong? How about going to the hospital for a check-up?"

Sun Zhe pondered and said: "I think it’s due to the influence of the Dragon Treasure. Didn’t I tell you before? I absorbed that Dragon Treasure."

Zhu Yan recalled: "I read in a book that dragons are lustful by nature."

Sun Zhe laughed heartily, "Anyway, ever since then, I can’t stop once I see a woman, and it’s hard to be satisfied."

Zhu Yan furrowed her brows, sighed: "I truly have a tough life, barely resting for a day at home, yet again being tormented by you, a little lustful dragon."

"Don’t you want to be tormented by me?"

"Mm...yes I want!"

Sun Zhe leaned in to gently bite her red lips, "If it were any other woman, having such a passionate husband, they’d be secretly delighted."

Zhu Yan rolled her eyes, pretending to be indifferent: "That’s nothing much."

"..."

Before long.

Sun Zhe entered the bedroom, roughly tossed Zhu Yan onto the bed.

Zhu Yan gazed at him with eyes like silk, moved her body to lie comfortably, and herself began lifting the hem of her dignified home dress, then parted her legs, exposing her most secret garden to Sun Zhe, seemingly inviting him in.

Sun Zhe focused, seeing that it was already muddy.

"Zhu Yan."

"Mm? What’s wrong?"

"Fuck you to death!"

Zhu Yan gazed at him seductively, reached her delicate hand down, used two fingers to part the two butterfly wings, "Then why wait? You little devil, come quickly."

Sun Zhe’s eyes burned, immediately pounced.

...

Two hours later.

With his back full of scratches, Sun Zhe rolled out of bed, looked at Zhu Yan lying collapsed as if deeply ill, and let out a long sigh.

After all that fuss, he still felt unsatisfied, unable to release.

Zhu Yan weakly waved her hand at him, "I can’t anymore, Master Witch, better find someone else."

Knowing Zhu Yan was completely met today and unable to continue, Sun Zhe helplessly picked up his phone and called Xie Yunwan.

"Hello, Sister Yunwan."

"What’s up, darling?"

Sun Zhe got straight to the point: "Are the three teachers still at your place?"

"Of course they are. Since last time, Teacher You Cai has been asking when you’ll come again."

Thinking of those three teachers who had entered the hall of artistry, Sun Zhe suddenly felt invigorated, "Wait for me, I’m coming right away!"

"..."