Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

"Stop... you stop ah ah ah..."

Hearing Fang Jiayun’s voice outside the door, Fang Ruoxue suddenly felt like she was caught doing something wrong, turning her head with resentment to look at Sun Zhe, pleading bitterly.

However, Sun Zhe was in such high spirits now, how could he fulfill her wish?

His hands tightly embraced her slender waist, continuing to attack fiercely!

"Ah ah ah... Sun Zhe don’t... quickly stop!"

Fang Ruoxue was so shaken she couldn’t keep her head steady, her face full of anguish.

While extreme pleasure was infiltrating her body and mind on one side, she was also anxious and guilty on the other.

From a young age until now, she had never felt so helpless as she did now.

"Knock knock knock."

Just then, the sound of knocking came again.

"Mom, are you still inside? How is Dad?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue bit her silver teeth tightly, suddenly stretched a delicate hand back to grab Sun Zhe’s wrist tightly, her sharp and beautiful nails almost piercing into Sun Zhe’s flesh.

"Stop it!"

The pain from her wrist caused Sun Zhe to regain some rationality, turning his head to look at the door, suddenly revealing a sinister smile on his face.

"Why not call her in to join us?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s beautiful eyes trembled, she said coldly, "If you dare to touch my daughter, I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Sun Zhe chuckled, suddenly bent down and wrapped his left arm around her soft and smooth belly, picking her up to stand, then pressed his chest tight against her back, leaning down again to wrap both hands around the bends of her legs, directly picking her up, like holding a child to pee.

The dignified Chairman of Celestial Snow Commerce was put into such an extremely shameful position, Fang Ruoxue suddenly wished she could die.

And then.

Sun Zhe carried her like this—step by step, thrust by thrust—to the door.

Fang Ruoxue knew Fang Jiayun was right outside the door, so she dared not make a sound, forced herself calm, suppressing the flood-like pleasure within, said, "Yun’er, do you need anything? I’m still discussing with Divine Doctor Sun."

Outside the door.

Fang Jiayun said, "I don’t need anything, I just wanted to ask how Dad is doing."

Fang Ruoxue said, "Your dad is fine, Yun’er you should... mm mm... ah!"

Just halfway through speaking, Fang Ruoxue suddenly couldn’t control herself and let out a delicate cry, her body trembling involuntarily.

It was Sun Zhe behind her who was deliberately and fiercely thrusting!

How could her tender petals withstand such ravaging?

Just a gentle thrust was enough to bring her soul-crushing tingling, she seemed to float to a realm of ecstasy.

"Mom, what’s wrong with you?"

Outside the door, Fang Jiayun’s worried voice suddenly came through.

Fang Ruoxue’s heart trembled, forcing herself to remain calm, furrowing her brows said, "I’m not... mm mm... not alright ah ah... Yun’er you best... go downstairs for now."

Outside the door.

Fang Jiayun lightly pursed her lips, looking thoughtful, "Alright then, I’ll head downstairs first."

A moment later.

When Fang Jiayun’s footsteps outside the door became increasingly distant, Fang Ruoxue was finally able to let out a deep breath, what followed was a heart full of anger, her body shaking violently, forcibly tearing free from Sun Zhe, whirling around after landing she slapped Sun Zhe’s face hard.

"Sun Zhe, do you have a death wish!"

"If Yun’er finds out, I won’t let you off!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned silent.

Sun Zhe tilted his head, hand covering his face, his mouth faintly upturned, staring at Fang Ruoxue with a violent gaze.

He hadn’t expected Fang Ruoxue to be so temperamental, to even dare to fight back.

At this moment, Fang Ruoxue was already chilled to the bone by Sun Zhe’s gaze, and she realized she had caused big trouble.

She was already in a passive situation, yet she dared to hit him; it wasn’t hard to guess what kind of storm awaited her.

"I’m...sorry, I didn’t mean it."

She retreated two steps in fear, nervously looking at Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe revealed a sinister smile, slowly advancing towards her until her back was against the wall.

Fang Ruoxue furrowed her brows, looking at him pitifully.

"I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it... ah!"

Before she could finish, Sun Zhe raised his hand, intending to hit, terrifying her into covering her face hastily.

But Sun Zhe’s slap didn’t land but stopped in mid-air.

For Sun Zhe, hitting her wasn’t half as satisfying as crashing into her.

In the quietness.

Sun Zhe spoke, "Chairman Fang, do you want to get hit or do you want to obediently comply?"

Fang Ruoxue: "..."

Sun Zhe’s tone turned grave, "Get back on me yourself and stuff it back in yourself!"

Fang Ruoxue: "..."

"Quickly!"

Fang Ruoxue sighed silently, mourning in her heart, she could only move forward, reaching out to hug Sun Zhe’s neck, then tiptoed and jumped up, directly hanging onto Sun Zhe, her long, sexy, glossy silk legs tightly wrapped around Sun Zhe’s sturdy waist.

A moment later.

When she used her delicate hands to grasp that menacing object and stuffed it back in herself, Sun Zhe then pressed her silk-stockinged plump bottom with both hands, proceeding to step by step thrust-taking her to the large bed.

Seeing Sun Zhe approaching Zhou Yao more and more closely, Fang Ruoxue grew increasingly tense, for some reason started contracting and squirming, the layers of folds squeezing Second Master Sun nearly to the point of foaming at the mouth.

At this moment, Sun Zhe suddenly fell beside Zhou Yao, letting her ride on his belly.

"Move yourself!"

Looking at Zhou Yao’s serene sleeping face beside Sun Zhe, Fang Ruoxue closed her eyes in humiliation, tears streaming from the corners.

"I’m sorry, husband..."

About ten minutes later.

The rushing tide arrived on schedule.

However, Fang Ruoxue tightly bit her lip, refraining from screaming, only occasionally letting out muffled moans from her nose.

She lay on Sun Zhe’s firm chest, her beautiful eyes closed, her snow-white graceful back and hips twitching in convulsions as if electrified.