Blind Miracle Doctor-Chapter 180 - : 180

Chapter 180: 180

After the passion, Liu Qingxue and I held each other tightly, whispering sweet nothings.

“Little Tian, why don’t you stay over tonight and live here instead? I haven’t felt the warmth of someone holding me to sleep in so long,” Liu Qingxue said affectionately, nestled against my chest.

At that moment, we were still naked. Seeing her tempting body, I felt another surge of desire and almost went for another round.

“That won’t work, if I go back too late, Aunt Wu and the others will get suspicious. Everyone knows I came out with you, and it would be hard to explain then,” I said helplessly.

Liu Qingxue was an understanding woman. Seeing how I felt, she didn’t press the matter.

Afterwards, we took a bath together before she prepared to see me off.

“By the way, I know a very good ophthalmologist. I’ll have him check your eyes when we have time. There might be a chance of recovery,” Liu Qingxue said earnestly.

Hearing this, warmth filled my heart. Having a sister who cared so much about me, it felt quite nice.

I really wanted to tell her that my eyes had already healed, but I couldn’t, and I didn’t dare.

Because I was afraid that doing so would mean losing the relationship we had maintained.

Although I didn’t know how long this relationship could last, at least it wasn’t ending right now.

“Sister Qingxue, thank you, but it’s not necessary. I understand my own situation,” I said.

I hugged her tightly, truly at a loss for how to express my gratitude.

“If my little brother had lived to this day, he would be about your age,” she said gently stroking my head, like a kind and elder sister.

At her words, I was taken aback; it seemed she also had a past unknown to others.

“Sister, I will come to visit you often in the future.”

“Mm, your words are enough for me,” she said with a contented smile and nodded.

After returning, naturally I couldn’t avoid a round of questioning from Wang Xiru, but I just told her Liu Qingxue wanted a massage, and she didn’t ask further.

The next day at work, Suzan came directly to the gym and, without caring whether I liked it or not, dragged me into her car.

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Truthfully, sometimes I really hated her domineering ways, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Do you usually like to watch those kinds of movies? It’s really disgusting.” In the car, she brought up that matter again, not hiding her contempt and disgust for me.

I gave an awkward smile. She would never dream that the noise was not from an action movie, but rather the sound of intimacy between her least favorite woman and me.

After about ten minutes, I arrived at Suzan’s house, which was a standalone villa, clearly a sign of wealth.

Once inside, I looked around and saw that she seemed to be alone; there were no signs of a man.

It looked like her husband was not at home.

“Are we doing acupuncture or massage this time?” Suzan asked with a stern face.

“Both acupuncture and massage are needed,” I said while putting down my things.

“I can’t tell, you’re young but quite capable. Fortunately, you have some skills, otherwise, for what you did to me that day, I definitely wouldn’t let you off,” she said.

I ignored her; this woman was talked tough even though she was subdued by me last time. She was truly formidable.

But the more she was like this, the more excited I became; after all, it’s more interesting to conquer a strong woman.

I sized her up. Different from last time, today she was wearing a uniform, must have just come from the Massage Association to find me.

Her voluptuous behind was tightly wrapped in a black skirt, and the peaches on her chest were nearly bursting out of her white blouse, with a hint of spring visible from the neckline.

Just by looking at her for a while, I was already feeling aroused, itching to pin her down and ravage her.

To put it bluntly, Suzan was the type that could arouse a man just by being seen.

“You little scoundrel, your head is always full of those filthy thoughts, you dirty man!” Suzan grumbled under her breath, the very image of a resentful woman.

She might seem tough on the outside, but deep down she was fragile; otherwise, she wouldn’t have cried like that when I bullied her that day.