Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 178: She Bathed Me!

In the bathroom, Sun Zhe gently placed Lin Miao in the bathtub, seating her properly before turning on the shower. After adjusting the water temperature, he began to help her wash her body.

As time passed, the water in the tub rose, gradually submerging her waist and hips. The lush black curls floated gently in the water, as graceful as seaweed.

Initially, Sun Zhe was quite serious, intending only to properly wash her. But upon suddenly seeing this enchanting scene, the Yang Qi within him grew restless, and he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering.

Lin Miao unintentionally glanced at the tent he was pitching, and her heart fluttered wildly. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and said in a soft voice, "What wicked things are you thinking about?"

Sun Zhe, however, put on a serious face. "I’m not thinking about anything."

Lin Miao looked up and rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks puffed slightly. "Still pretending... It’s sticking right up."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe bowed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "So you noticed," he said awkwardly.

Lin Miao suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, teasing, "Witch Master, do you have a crush on me?"

Sun Zhe looked helpless and gave a wry smile. "This is just a normal physiological reaction, okay? A gorgeous woman like you is sitting naked in front of me, and I’m even helping you bathe... If I didn’t have a reaction, wouldn’t that make me useless? I’m a doctor, not Tang Monk."

Hearing this, Lin Miao burst out laughing. She suddenly reached out her two fair arms toward him and said coquettishly, "Hold me."

Thinking she was done with her bath, Sun Zhe put down the showerhead. He leaned down slowly and placed his hands under her soft armpits. Just as he was about to lift her out of the bathtub, her moist, fragrant lips suddenly moved toward him.

Before Sun Zhe could react, his mouth was sealed by hers.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Sun Zhe slowly closed his eyes and extended his tongue, engaging in a fierce entanglement with the one that was parting his teeth. At the same time, he shifted to sit on the edge of the bathtub, placing Lin Miao on his lap.

The intimate, wet sounds of their kiss echoed through the bathroom.

Often, a single, passionate spark is all it takes to ignite a blazing fire between a man and a woman. The explosive fusion of hormones and desire can make one forget all the troubles of the world.

After a fierce bout of kissing, Sun Zhe finally pulled away. His lips and tongue began to move downward, from her snowy neck to her sensual collarbone, then to the towering snow-white peaks, finally closing over a pink, delicate bud.

"Nnngh..."

As the sensitive, tender bud was taken into Sun Zhe’s hot mouth, Lin Miao’s starry eyes shut tight. She arched her swan-like, snowy neck, releasing unrestrained, breathy moans. Her hands gripped Sun Zhe’s head tightly, her fair, slender fingers threading through his dark hair.

After a long while, Sun Zhe finally let go, placing Lin Miao back in the bathtub.

Lin Miao’s face was flushed with shyness, yet her gaze no longer darted away. Looking at Sun Zhe, she said, "Witch Master, when my legs heal... let’s cultivate together, shall we?" She quickly added, "Because I want to master Extreme Yin Witchcraft, just like Yingchun."

Sun Zhe pinched her nose, teasing, "What’s this? Are you offering yourself to me in gratitude?"

Lin Miao slapped him lightly. "Of course not! You’re the Witch Master of Jiewu Palace. It’s only right and proper for the women of the Lin Family to cultivate with you. Oh, whatever! Just tell me if you’re willing to cultivate with me or not."

Sun Zhe laughed. "When a great beauty like you throws herself at me, of course I’m willing."

Lin Miao’s lovely face reddened, and she let out a soft "Hmph." "Shameless."

Sun Zhe said, "They say a shy person never gets the prize."

"Where do you hear all this nonsense?"

Sun Zhe reached out and pinched the delicate bud on her snowy peak, causing her body to jolt.

"Mmm... Don’t pinch... It tickles."

Sun Zhe leaned close to her ear and asked, "Is our Little Miao going to keep washing? If not, I’ll carry you out. You’ll catch a cold if you soak for too long."

Lin Miao looked away and said softly, "It’s still a little sticky down there... You have to wash it for me. It’s your fault, so you’re responsible for cleaning me up."

"Down where?"

"Oh, stop pretending..."

Sun Zhe looked down at the lush thicket and then reached his hand toward it.

"Ah..."

As his rough fingers invaded her, Lin Miao let out a soft moan and quickly grabbed his arm. It was the first time her secret garden had ever been touched by a man. The exquisite sensation, something she had never experienced before, made her feel as if her body no longer belonged to her.

Without another word, Lin Miao rested her forehead on his arm. She bit her lip, letting out soft moans while her brow furrowed, as if she were trying her best to suppress the sounds.

Sun Zhe squatted by the tub. After a moment of gentle exploration, his two fingers slowly parted the fleshy folds and then eased into the honeyed cave. At a depth of about two knuckles, he expertly found the slightly firmer protrusion with the pad of his finger.

"Mmm-hmm... Witch Master, be gentle... It tickles so much..."

「About an hour later.」

Sun Zhe walked out of Lin Miao’s room and into the spacious living room. Lin Yingchun was sitting on the sofa, playing on her phone.

She was wearing a light pink pleated miniskirt, her long, beautiful legs wrapped in sheer white stockings. Her upper body was clad in a belly-baring camisole, topped with a semi-transparent mesh long-sleeved shirt. The outfit perfectly outlined her seductive and alluring curves. Having her suddenly switch from her usual mature, commanding style to this innocent yet seductive look made Sun Zhe’s eyes light up.

Seeing Sun Zhe emerge, Lin Yingchun hurried over.

"Sun Zhe, how are my sister’s legs?"

Sun Zhe smiled and nodded, awkwardly hiding his right hand behind his back. "She’s already asleep. Don’t disturb her. For the next few days, try to keep her from getting out of bed. I’ll come by to check on her every night after work. Don’t worry, Yingchun. She’ll be on her feet again soon."

Hearing this, Lin Yingchun was so overjoyed she began to cry. She suddenly threw herself at Sun Zhe, hugging him and planting a firm kiss on his cheek.

Sun Zhe placed his hands on her shoulders and glanced at the wall clock. Noticing it was past noon, he asked, "Is lunch ready? I’m getting hungry."

"It’s been ready for a while. We were just waiting for you."

Lin Yingchun gave him a sweet smile and pulled away from his embrace. Her eyes suddenly landed on his right hand. "What happened to your hand?" she asked curiously.

Sun Zhe quickly hid his hand behind his back. "Uh, it’s... it’s nothing," he stammered.

At that moment, his right middle and ring fingers were swollen and white, standing out from his other three fingers as if they had been soaking in water for a very long time.

Lin Yingchun seemed to realize something. Her sweet smile vanished, replaced by an icy chill. She suddenly kicked Sun Zhe in the calf and said coldly, "You’ve got a lot of nerve, fooling around with my sister."

Knowing he couldn’t hide it from Lin Yingchun, Sun Zhe put on an innocent expression. "She’s the one who started it! Look," he said, holding up his hand, "my fingers are all pruned from the water..."

"You...! Stop talking!" Lin Yingchun’s face turned crimson with embarrassment, and she reached out to pinch his arm hard.

"Ow, that hurts! Yingchun, I was wrong!"

"..."