Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 376 - 366: Concert

After leaving Xie Yunwan’s place, Sun Zhe hurriedly took a taxi back to the hotel where Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao were staying.

At the door, Sun Zhe’s heart pounded with anxiety. He hesitated for a long moment before finally reaching out and pressing the doorbell. He had left yesterday morning and only just returned, without so much as a single message in between. He was worried Zhu Yan and Ye Qiao might give him hell for it.

A moment later, the door was pulled open.

Sun Zhe was instantly stunned by the sight.

Zhu Yan appeared before him, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in a sexy yoga outfit, glistening with fragrant sweat. Her yoga pants were a high-waisted lace style, with a band of sheer, hollowed-out lace wrapping around her lower abdomen, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her navel through its intricate pattern.

For a moment, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but feel a stir of desire.

However, Zhu Yan’s face was as cold as ice. "Where did you run off to fool around again?" she demanded. "You used to at least call to check in if you weren’t coming home. Now you don’t even bother sending a message, is that it?"

Sun Zhe flinched as if the air around him had suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold. He scratched his head and stammered, "Well... I had something important to do."

"Hmph..."

Zhu Yan snorted coldly, ignoring him completely. She walked straight to the center of the living room, got down on her yoga mat, and continued her routine as if Sun Zhe didn’t exist.

Sun Zhe stood where he was, his eyes fixed on Zhu Yan’s firm, perky, peach-like bottom, tightly encased in the yoga pants. His gaze was drawn to the distinct outline of her mound, and he unconsciously swallowed. A surge of Yang Qi stirred restlessly within him.

A towering Pyramid instantly rose to attention.

However, cultivation was his priority right now, especially with Zhu Yan still fuming. Sun Zhe suppressed his distracting thoughts. After calling out a greeting to her, he turned and walked into Zhu Yan’s bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to absorb the "spoils" he had collected from Xie Yunwan the night before.

Time passed, bit by bit.

As he was digesting the Yin Essence, Sun Zhe’s body suddenly convulsed. He snapped his eyes open and spat out a mouthful of dark, clotted blood. His face instantly turned pale as a sheet, and a visible aura of cold air began to radiate from his body.

This is bad...

Damn it, why did it have to act up now!

The Ice and Fire True Qi that was so deeply ingrained in his bones had flared up without warning. He knew the only reason it hadn’t acted up lately was due to Yao Yuelong’s Initial Blood Yin Essence. But no matter how potent her Initial Blood Yin Essence was, it was bound to run out eventually. To solve the problem once and for all, he would need the Spirit Crane Pill.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

As his thoughts raced, a knock came at the door.

Sun Zhe scrambled out of bed and went to open it.

Outside the door, Zhu Yan still wore an icy expression. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Sun Zhe’s deathly pale face and the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Her cold demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by worry. "Ah Zhe, what’s wrong with you? Why are you coughing up blood?"

"I’m fine... It’s an old injury from Celestial Prison Mountain. I was just trying to heal."

Looking at the stunning beauty before him, Sun Zhe’s Yang Qi couldn’t help but churn, his breathing growing heavy.

Zhu Yan looked at him with heartache and reached out to gently wipe the blood from his lips. "You fool."

But before she could finish, Sun Zhe grabbed her hand. Before she could even react, he pulled her into the room.

"Ah Zhe, what are you doing?"

"Yan’Er, I need Yin Essence to heal."

"Mmm... right now?"

"Right now!"

Zhu Yan’s delicate body trembled, her cheeks flushing red. I’m still swollen down there, she thought. But knowing that Sun Zhe needed to heal, she could only endure it in silence.

Sun Zhe tossed her roughly onto the large bed and pounced on top of her. "By the way, where’s Qiaoqiao? You alone might not be enough."

Zhu Yan put her palms against his firm chest, unable to face his scorching breath directly. Turning her head to the side, she said, "Qiaoqiao left around eight or nine this morning. She has a rehearsal today."

Sun Zhe planted his hands on the bed on either side of her shoulders and slowly lowered himself until their foreheads touched. "Then it’ll have to be just you," he whispered. "Can you handle it?"

Zhu Yan tilted her head up and gave his lip a playful nip. "Don’t you dare underestimate me," she said charmingly. "I can handle you all by myself."

Sun Zhe chuckled. "By the way, Yan’Er, your yoga pants are really something else today. So seductive."

Zhu Yan cupped his face, her breath fragrant. "Do you like them?"

Sun Zhe immediately freed one hand and moved it to her chest, swiftly yanking up her small yoga top. Two magnificent, snow-white globes bounced free.

Instantly, a milky fragrance filled the air.

"Of course I do!"

Sun Zhe’s eyes turned red, as if he had suddenly lost all reason. He dove down and bit her!

"Mmmph, stop messing around..."

A short while later, after a bout of frenzied nips and kisses, Sun Zhe lifted Zhu Yan off the bed and had her stand before it, her back to him.

Even without words, Zhu Yan understood his intentions. She obediently bent over, propping her elbows on the mattress.

Staring at the large peach before him, Sun Zhe’s breathing grew heavier. He hastily reached for her waist and skillfully tugged her yoga pants down to her knees.

"Yan’Er, lift it a little higher."

Zhu Yan did as she was told. Her knees touched and her calves formed an inverted ’V’ as she stood before the bed. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, leaving only a transparent, two-finger-wide slit between them.

The small, fragrant mound above the gap was already glistening with moisture. The two folds protruded like the vibrant, colorful crest of a rooster, with a few mischievous, curly black hairs peeking out.

"Yan’Er, I’m coming in."

"Mmm... Hurry up and heal yourself."

Not long after, a beautiful melody soon began to play throughout the room.

...

...

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the concert arrived.

That evening, Sun Zhe sat on the living room sofa, turning to look at Zhu Yan, who was meticulously applying her makeup. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Yan’Er, aren’t you ready yet?"

"These false eyelashes just won’t stick right. Ah Zhe, come help me."

Sun Zhe shook his head helplessly and walked over to assist her. "We’re just going to a concert, not performing on stage ourselves. Is it really necessary to get this dolled up?"

"Of course it is! My daughter is performing with Empress Xie. I can’t embarrass her by looking shabby."

"That’s a fair point," Sun Zhe nodded.

"By the way, Ah Zhe, how’s your injury? If you’re not feeling well, we don’t have to go."

Sun Zhe used his free hand to give her a little pinch. "Thanks to my empress’s Yin Essence, it’s suppressed for now," he laughed. "I’ll start on the alchemy as soon as we’re back in Huayang City."

"Hey, stop pinching," Zhu Yan slapped his roaming hand away, not truly angry. "As long as it can be cured, that’s what matters. Wait for me. I’m going to change, and then we can go."

Watching Zhu Yan’s back as she walked toward the bedroom, Sun Zhe called after her, "Remember to wear stockings!"

"I know, you little pervert!"

After what felt like an eternity to Sun Zhe, Zhu Yan emerged wearing a double-layered, light-colored tulle dress. Her long, shapely legs were wrapped in light gray, glossy, open-crotch stockings, and on her feet were a pair of exquisite high heels studded with tiny crystals.

Seeing the stunning vision before him, Sun Zhe froze for a second as his Yang Qi immediately began to stir.

"Yan’Er, anyone who didn’t know better would think you were the star of tonight’s show."

"Mmm... Is it that exaggerated?"

"Not at all. You have no idea how beautiful you are."

Zhu Yan giggled, her cheeks blushing. "I just bought this dress yesterday. What do you think?"

Sun Zhe walked up to her and placed his hands on her exposed, snow-white shoulders. "Yan’Er, what am I supposed to do if I can’t control myself after seeing you like this?"

Zhu Yan’s lovely face flushed a deeper crimson. She pushed him away and said coyly, "The concert is about to start, so stop messing around. We can talk about that when we get back."

Sun Zhe could only relent. "Then you have to wear this for me later," he insisted.

"I know. You little troublemaker, where do you get all this energy?"

"You’re one to talk. What about yourself?"

"Oh, get out of here."