Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 363 - 357: Someone from the Su Family Arrives!

Night fell over the southern suburbs of Yang City.

Within the luxurious manor rented by Zhou Chenhao, under the moonlight, Han Xinyue knelt weakly on the lawn, her body drenched in sweat. Even her sexy white yoga outfit was soaked through. The fabric over the mysterious triangle of her lower body showed a damp patch, its cause—whether sweat or something else—unclear.

"Master, I... I really can't take it anymore. Please, stop..."

She struggled to lift her head, her eyes shimmering with a strange pink glow as she looked painfully toward Yao Rao, who stood not far away.

Hearing this, Yao Rao sighed quietly and immediately halted the Fox Charm Technique. "Xinyue, your Dao Heart is still not stable enough. How can you possibly cultivate the Red Jade Path like this?"

There was a hint of reproach in her tone, yet Han Xinyue seemed not to hear. Once free from the Fox Charm Technique, she collapsed onto the grass, panting heavily. Her impressive bust rose and fell with each breath. It was a shame no one was there to appreciate such a magnificent view.

At this moment, Han Xinyue felt a wave of relief as the image of "Sun Zhe" in her mind dissipated into a wisp of green smoke, the world around her snapping back into clarity.

But the aftereffects from the Illusion Realm still lingered in her body and mind. The wonderful sensation remained, causing her delicate body to convulse uncontrollably until, after a moment, a hot liquid soaked through her yoga pants.

Yao Rao stood quietly to the side, watching her disciple's soaked yoga pants, her starry eyes flashing with a piercing coldness.

After a while, once the flush had subsided, Yao Rao finally asked, "Was he the one in the Illusion Realm?"

Han Xinyue stood up awkwardly and lowered her head in embarrassment. "Disciple would not dare deceive Master... It was indeed him."

She didn't need to ask who Yao Rao meant by "him." Undoubtedly, it was that little bastard with the surname Sun!

Upon hearing this, Yao Rao's face turned to ice. She turned and walked away, her voice drifting back, "You must sever your inner demon, or you will never achieve the Great Dao."

"Yes, Master."

Watching Yao Rao's departing figure, Han Xinyue's expression was a mask of complexity.

She realized that ever since they returned from Celestial Prison Mountain, her master seemed like a different person. She no longer meditated peacefully but instead would stare blankly at the sky. She also frequently used the Fox Charm Technique on Han Xinyue, claiming it was to temper her Dao Heart.

She knew it was because Sun Zhe had stolen her master's innocence that night, planting an inner demon in her heart.

Master, you say I have an inner demon to sever, but what about you?

Sigh...

The thought that both she and her master had fallen into the hands of that little bastard filled Han Xinyue with a resentment she had no way to vent.

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

As she was lost in thought, the phone on a nearby bench began to vibrate. Han Xinyue collected herself, walked over to pick it up, and saw it was a text message.

After replying, "Be right there," she returned to her room to shower, change, and apply some light makeup.

After a moment's hesitation, she walked to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pair of OD-brand oil-sheen black pantyhose, slowly slipping them on.

「...」

「In a stylish, romantic hotel for couples in the bustling heart of Yang City.」

After entering the hotel, Han Xinyue followed the instructions in the text and went directly to room "520."

She had just pressed the doorbell when the door opened seconds later, revealing a face that was handsome yet undeniably sleazy.

"Heh heh, President Han, you're right on time."

Han Xinyue's face was a mask of indifference. She shoved him aside by the shoulder and strode elegantly into the room, handbag in tow.

"I hate waiting, so I don't make others wait for me."

"Heh heh... President Han, you're so considerate."

Ye Fei quickly shut the door and scurried after her.

Gazing at the pert derriere tightly hugged by her bodycon skirt and those enticing, long legs clad in black pantyhose, Ye Fei's eyes glazed over. A fire ignited in his loins.

In his text, he had asked Han Xinyue to wear black pantyhose—specifically the oil-sheen type. He had only said it to test her attitude and never expected her to actually do it!

"Heh heh, President Han... you must be the ancient Greek goddess of hosiery." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Han Xinyue sat on the heart-shaped leather sofa. She crossed her long, slender legs and gently swung a delicate high heel from the tip of her nylon-clad foot. Looking at Ye Fei with a half-smile, she asked, "What, can't you wait?"

Ye Fei's face was one big grin. He stepped forward and took her foot in his hands, gently removing the crystal high heel. He then cradled her sheathed foot, admiring it as if it were a priceless treasure.

Han Xinyue's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Disgusting, she cursed inwardly, but she didn't pull her foot back, letting him continue.

"President Han, how about we start with your feet? I'd love to put some 'shoe glue' in your high heels."

"Get lost. Do you have to be so disgusting?" Han Xinyue was amused despite herself, chiding him playfully.

Ye Fei wore a lecherous grin and freed a hand to unzip his trousers.

Just then, Han Xinyue spoke up. "Ye Fei, the herbal formula you obtained seems to be incorrect."

Hearing this, Ye Fei paused. He let go of her foot and said hurriedly, "What do you mean, incorrect? That's definitely the herbal formula I got from Lv Xin. The Su Family's herb-gathering team went into the mountains specifically to find those herbs."

Han Xinyue's beautifully made-up eyes, shaded with a hint of eyeshadow, narrowed as she stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze, saying nothing.

Being stared at like that made Ye Fei feel inexplicably nervous. "President Han," he asked cautiously, "did something go wrong somewhere?"

Han Xinyue continued to stare at him, her expression thoughtful.