Rural Carefree Little Immortal Doctor

It's no wonder Chen Ziyang had such a reaction.

Su Mei's moans were simply like the sound of the heavens.

In their intoxicating spell, there was a mix of shyness and reserve.

Yet, they lacked nothing in captivation.

An idea instantly flashed through Chen Ziyang's mind.

This was only during a massage.

If he could really make Sister Mei feel utmost comfort, how pleasing would her voice be?

Su Mei had already hidden her entire body under the covers, leaving only a leg, which Chen Ziyang held, outside.

She didn't know why she had made that sound.

But that tingling sensation throughout her body was giving her a nearly heavenly pleasure.

After leaving Lower River Village, Su Mei often stayed in touch with her family.

She heard that later Chen Ziyang had been adopted by an old Chinese doctor from outside.

The old doctor ran a clinic in the village, and Chen Ziyang learned a lot from him.

Many villagers had experienced Chen Ziyang's massages, and the women in the village said that Ziyang's hands seemed magical, bringing comfort with just a touch.

Initially, Su Mei thought these descriptions were too exaggerated.

But now, she truly experienced that it wasn't an overstatement!

It really was comfortable!

She even felt herself overflowing.

Just now, she was only halfway through when interrupted, and now this pleasure made her feel light all over, as if flying into the clouds.

Chen Ziyang made efforts to calm himself down.

The massage wasn't over, and if he stopped now, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced.

To help Sister Mei recover from her sprain sooner and avoid lasting injury, Chen Ziyang, relying on his strong willpower, completed the massage.

"Sister, how do you feel now?"

Chen Ziyang looked towards the slightly trembling delicate body under the blanket and asked softly.

Su Mei's eyes flickered as she peeked at Chen Ziyang, "Ziyang, thank you, I… feel much better."

"That's good."

Chen Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, yet he was reluctant to let go of Su Mei's jade-like foot.

Because of his intense focus earlier, he had no time to admire it.

Now, as his mind eased, he realized just how soft and smooth Sister Mei's beautiful feet were, appearing almost boneless.

"Ziyang, you... help me up."

"What's wrong, Sister Mei?"

Chen Ziyang asked concerned, "Is there still some discomfort?"

"No."

Su Mei bit her tender lips, her pretty face turning red again.

Chen Ziyang quickly touched her forehead, his face full of worry.

Seeing Chen Ziyang caring for her, Su Mei felt warmth in her heart, and spontaneously set aside her shyness.

"I need to use the restroom."

Though Su Mei had always regarded Chen Ziyang as a younger brother,

now, the little imp who used to follow her around had clearly grown into a towering tree.

Just now, Su Mei felt so comfortable that she had a strong reaction, and now she felt the bedding beneath her was damp.

She was really embarrassed for Chen Ziyang to see her in such a disheveled state.

"Sister."

Chen Ziyang then said earnestly, "I just said that for these three days, you need to avoid putting weight on your feet! Otherwise, you might develop chronic issues!"

"But, but…"

"I'll carry you there."

Without further discussion, Chen Ziyang pulled back the covers and picked up Su Mei again.

Su Mei immediately became flustered.

And when Chen Ziyang's gaze fell on the stain on the sheets, he too was stunned for a long while.

"Don't look! Ah! Ziyang, I'm so embarrassed!"

Su Mei wrapped her arms around Chen Ziyang, no longer minding that she was only wearing a shirt, and buried her head deeply in his shoulder.

"Sister, are you wet?"

Chen Ziyang was very happy.

It was he who made Sister Mei so comfortable that she cried below.

"Stop talking! I can't hold it in any longer..."

Su Mei bashfully slapped Chen Ziyang's shoulder.

"Ah, okay."

Chen Ziyang carried Su Mei to the bathroom.

Just as Su Mei was about to ask Chen Ziyang to put her down on the toilet, Chen Ziyang, with great strength, spun her around half a circle and held up each of her legs with his hands.

"Ah!!"

Su Mei was spread apart, and more importantly, right above the toilet was a mirror, neither too big nor too small, that perfectly reflected her shameful pose.

"Put me down! Ziyang!"

Chen Ziyang was mesmerized as well.

So beautiful.

So clean.

Without a single flaw.

Smooth, pristine.

When Su Mei had slipped earlier, Chen Ziyang hadn't been able to see such a deep retreat.

But now, Chen Ziyang discovered that Sister Mei was actually the rare "white tiger"!

"Sister, your leg really can't bear weight."

Chen Ziyang reluctantly closed his eyes, biting his teeth hard, "Just bear with it like this, I won't look."

Seeing Chen Ziyang close his eyes, Su Mei could feel that he was truly considering her body when he came up with this desperate solution.

But, no matter what, Chen Ziyang was still a young and strong guy, having to be held by him to pee...

Su Mei's heart was in turmoil, but physically she could no longer hold on.

Whoosh...

Su Mei covered her face, a small river flowed.

Even though Chen Ziyang had his eyes closed, his ears weren't closed!

The babbling sound of the small river flowing made one's thoughts wander infinitely, even more stirring than what one could see with the eyes.

The tent, once again, became erect!

And as Su Mei was relieving herself, she suddenly felt an arm on her perky buttocks, seemingly holding her up.

Just as she was about to ask Chen Ziyang why he was lifting her buttocks, she suddenly realized something was off!

Weren't Chen Ziyang's hands holding her legs?

Then the one supporting her butt...

Could it be his "weapon"?!

That's certainly mighty!

Moreover, from the beginning, Chen Ziyang had been enduring, even throughout the massaging process, persistently bearing a pain that women couldn't understand.

How uncomfortable that must have been?

Thinking of this, Su Mei couldn't help but feel pity.

"Ziyang, I'm done."

The sound of the water stopped, and Su Mei's frail voice followed.

Chen Ziyang still kept his eyes closed, and by memory, he carried Su Mei back to the room and cautiously laid her on the bed.

"Sister, you rest well then!"

After tucking her in, Chen Ziyang gently said, "I'll go and pack up."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he found his wrist was grabbed by a soft, tender hand.

"Ziyang, staying hard like this... it must be uncomfortable, right?"

Chen Ziyang abruptly turned his head to find Su Mei looking down, her neck already flushed red with heat.

"I've heard that if a man keeps it pent up without release, it can lead to illness! You're still so young; you'll want to get married someday. If you really ended up with a problem because of me, Sister... I'd be so sorry."

Gulp.

Chen Ziyang's Adam's apple rolled hard.

Su Mei didn't look at Chen Ziyang, struggling with her thoughts for quite some time.

"Maybe, I could help you?"

Even though Chen Ziyang was inexperienced, he grasped Su Mei's implication at this moment.

At this moment, Chen Ziyang could not hold back any longer!