Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 377 - 367: VIP Box

Amidst laughter and playful banter, Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan walked out of the hotel with their arms wrapped around each other, drawing the envy of passersby.

「Underground Parking Garage.」

Sun Zhe had barely gotten into the car and hadn’t even buckled his seatbelt before his hands started to wander, enjoying the silky smoothness of Zhu Yan’s legs.

"Hey, you little rascal, I’m driving. It’s like you’ve never touched a woman’s legs before."

Zhu Yan started the car, giving Sun Zhe an exasperated glance. Yet, she didn’t stop his roaming hand from resting on her stocking-clad leg, allowing him to do as he pleased.

"Yan’Er."

Sun Zhe gently explored the texture of the stockings with his palm, softly calling her name.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"How about I drive instead?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yan’s delicate brows furrowed. She suddenly freed a hand to clamp down on his wandering hand as it tried to sneak under her skirt, chiding him sweetly, "No touching in there, I’m driving!"

She then added, "You don’t even have a driver’s license, what driving are you going to do? Are you planning to lift the car up to turn it around like you did that other night?"

At the thought of how Sun Zhe had turned the car around, she couldn’t help but burst into giggles.

Brimming with confidence, Sun Zhe said earnestly, "You have to trust my driving!"

Zhu Yan rolled her eyes at him. "Trust my ass. You call *that* driving?"

Looking utterly unconvinced, Sun Zhe asked, "Then you tell me. Hasn’t every car I’ve driven ended up whimpering? In the end, the brakes always fail, it starts spurting fluids, and the two big headlights won’t stop jiggling."

"Get out of here! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Zhu Yan’s pretty face turned crimson as she pinched his arm. This little rascal is really one of a kind, taking things to the fast lane after just a few words.

"Sun Xiaoze, you’ve changed. You weren’t like this before."

"Yan’Er, just let me drive," Sun Zhe lamented.

Zhu Yan’s attitude was firm. "No. Behave."

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting."

Sun Zhe flashed an innocent, kind smile. "What could I possibly be plotting?"

"You just... you just want me to put lipstick on for you while you’re driving, don’t you?"

Sun Zhe pouted scornfully. "What goes through that head of yours all day? Do I look like that kind of person?"

Zhu Yan puffed out her cheeks and said seriously, "You don’t look like it, you just ARE that kind of person!"

Sun Zhe: "..."

Zhu Yan continued, "Besides, it’s broad daylight. If we get pulled over by the cops, we’ll both be in for it."

"Alright, your humble servant obeys."

Sun Zhe shrugged helplessly and gave up.

Zhu Yan glanced at his profile and felt a wave of helplessness herself, muttering, "You little rascal, you have so much energy all the time. I really don’t know what to do with you."

Sun Zhe retorted, "You’re no better. You’re even more lewd than I am. I just want to do a little innocent driving, and you’re already thinking about giving me a lipstick job."

Zhu Yan rolled her eyes. "I don’t care. You need to control yourself for now."

Sun Zhe said bitterly, "Of course, *I* can control myself, but my second-in-command can’t. It’s insisting on coming out to lock horns with you."

Hearing this, Zhu Yan burst out laughing. "Alright, you little pervert. I’ll reward you when we get back to the hotel tonight."

"You said it."

"..."

The rest of the drive passed without much conversation. Sun Zhe was busy exploring and caressing, while Zhu Yan was busy whimpering and sighing.

About half an hour later, they finally arrived at the largest stadium in Xiong City, the venue for Xie Yunwan’s concert.

After Sun Zhe presented the tickets Xie Yunwan had given him, a staff member immediately escorted them to a private box on the second floor.

「In the Box.」

Sun Zhe plopped down on the soft sofa. Looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the stage and the large screen, he crossed his legs and said, "I didn’t expect VIP box tickets. Sister Yun Wan really knows how to take care of things."

Zhu Yan, clopping on a pair of sexy, exquisite high heels, gracefully walked over and sat beside him. "That’s probably because a certain someone took very good care of *her* that night, right?" she said meaningfully.

Sun Zhe’s expression turned odd. "Seeing through something without spelling it out—that’s called emotional intelligence."

"Emotional intelligence my ass."

Tired of dealing with him, Zhu Yan lay back on the sofa, lifting her two long, stocking-clad legs onto his lap. "My legs are a little sore," she said.

Sun Zhe instantly understood. He immediately took off her high heels and began to knead her feet, which were wrapped in sheer gray silk, using professional techniques to massage the acupressure points on them.

"Mmm... not bad. That’s quite comfortable. Your skills have improved."

Zhu Yan closed her eyes, a look of pure enjoyment on her face. Her favorite thing was having Sun Zhe give her a massage.

However, just as she was peacefully enjoying his thoughtful service, one of his hands disobediently lifted the hem of her light gauze skirt and slowly slid upward, as if intending to massage a certain mysterious acupoint.

Zhu Yan’s face flushed, and she quickly pressed his hand down. "Are you crazy? Getting handsy in here? What if someone comes in and sees us?"

Sun Zhe couldn’t take it anymore. He suddenly pounced, pinning Zhu Yan down. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her moist red lips. "Don’t worry," he said. "No one will come."

Zhu Yan opened her mouth and playfully bit his nose. Her silken legs skillfully rose to wrap around his waist as she purred, "And how do you know no one will come?"

Sun Zhe simply smiled, then got up from the sofa. He walked over, drew the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then locked the door to the box.

"See? Now no one will come."

Zhu Yan grabbed a small throw pillow and tossed it at him. "You little pervert... it’s all you think about! Even if no one’s here, the answer is still no!"

"Why not?" Sun Zhe grumbled. "My second-in-command is about to declare mutiny!"

Zhu Yan sat up, covering her mouth as she giggled. "Alright, you little devil, come here. I know you’re all pent up. I’ll help you out."

Sun Zhe instantly understood her meaning. He hurried over and stood ramrod straight in front of her, his legs slightly parted. His hands moved deftly to unfasten his casual trousers.

Zhu Yan let that brazen, searing thing brush against her face. She didn’t flinch or pull away. Looking up at Sun Zhe, she said, "Looks like your second-in-command is really at its limit."

Sun Zhe stared down at her moist, glistening, fiery red lips, swallowing hard. "Yan’Er, hurry up!" he urged.

But Zhu Yan just smiled and pulled back. "No can do. It’ll smudge my makeup."

"With your hand, then?" Sun Zhe suggested.

Zhu Yan smiled without a word. She suddenly reached up and pulled down the thin strap from her fair shoulder, revealing the snowy expanse of her shoulder and chest.

Sun Zhe’s gaze instantly turned scorching hot. A certain suspicion suddenly took root in his mind.

Zhu Yan glanced up at him again, then unclasped the lace bra that contained her full bust. She adjusted her posture and said, "You little devil, squat down a bit. You’re too tall for me to get a good hold."

"You got it!"

「Shortly After.」

Zhu Yan was cupping her breasts with both hands, her upper body swaying back and forth as she looked up at Sun Zhe, who stood before her.

Their eyes met. A shy smile appeared on Zhu Yan’s face. She then lowered her gaze to the brazen thing nestled tightly between her snowy mounds, just inches away. "Does it feel good like this?" she asked shyly.

"..."