She hailed from an aristocratic family and had always been engrossed in medical research. Well into her thirties and still unmarried, she had always maintained her purity, upholding traditional conservatism. To undress in front of a young man and make herself as vulnerable as a "little white lamb," wasn’t that practically asking for her life?
What if Zhang Xiaoshan became enchanted by her beautiful body and lost control, forcing himself on her like an overbearing king? With no defenses, wouldn’t she be...
"No way, no way, this just won’t do."
Her head shook like a rattle-drum.
Her cheeks even turned so red they seemed like they could drip blood.
Zhang Xiaoshan shrugged his shoulders.
"Then there’s nothing I can do, please feel free."
"I’m going to pack my things and leave the hospital."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan made to leave.
Liu Ye hurriedly grabbed Zhang Xiaoshan’s arm.
"What now, Doctor Liu? Have you changed your mind?"
"You, you, you’re not just trying to take advantage of me, are you? I, I know some people claim to be Qigong masters, spiritual gurus, who just use the pretext of healing to deceive, to deceive women and sleep, sleep with them."
Liu Ye bashfully lowered her head.
At thirty-five and yet unmarried, it was truly embarrassing for her to voice such thoughts.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately replied with a serious expression.
"Doctor Liu, you’re a doctor, I am also a doctor. You must trust that I’m a professional with ethics. How could I possibly deceive you? But since you’re not comfortable, I think we should just stop wasting time here."
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan getting angry, Liu Ye instantly became flustered and quickly tried to explain.
"I, I didn’t mean I don’t trust your medical ethics. I do trust—I trust."
"Can I just do as you say, will that work?"
Zhang Xiaoshan inwardly gloated but put on a troubled face.
"Sigh, I had promised my grandfather not to display my Qigong easily in front of others, but for you today, I will make a decision against my ancestral teachings. Disrobe, then lie on the bed."
Liu Ye gritted her teeth, turned her back to Zhang Xiaoshan, and took off her orange thin overcoat to reveal a light grey ventilated gauze sleeve underneath.
"This has to come off too; otherwise, the Qigong won’t circulate properly."
Zhang Xiaoshan urged excitedly.
Liu Ye was extremely shy.
Undressing in front of a boy almost ten years her junior was just asking for trouble.
But thinking of her academic research, she bit the bullet and removed her grey tank top.
Her pristine back became clearly visible, with two thin straps running across the upper part.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s breathing quickened.
"Your legs, take off your pants on your legs too."
"Can I, I, not—no?" At this moment, Liu Ye’s teeth chattered.
"That won’t do. What if I make a mistake in my practice? It’s very dangerous, and think about it, with clothes in the way, can you clearly feel it?" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍
Liu Ye thought about it, and it indeed made sense.
So she gritted her teeth and slid off her black leisure pants as well.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately inhaled a breath of cold air, his heart pounding fiercely.
This was truly death-defying!
"Now, what should I do?"
Liu Ye’s voice trembled as she asked.
"Get on the bed, lie down."
The once high-and-mighty expert was now like an obedient schoolchild before Zhang Xiaoshan.
From the side, a mountain ridge, from the front, a peak;
The heights vary near and far.
Zhang Xiaoshan swallowed hard.
"Can we, can we start now?"
A blushing Liu Ye, with eyes tightly shut, urged hastily.
Zhang Xiaoshan approached the bedside, placing his hand on Liu Ye’s nape.
Liu Ye, being exceptionally sensitive, twisted immediately like she was electrocuted when Zhang Xiaoshan touched her skin. A soft call escaped her lips as her hands tightly gripped the rail at the edge of the bed, her brows deeply furrowed.
She was no longer the detached expert professor but rather a delicate little woman, even like a lamb awaiting the wolf’s consumption.
"If it’s too much, we can stop. I won’t insist," said Zhang Xiaoshan, teasingly.
"Don’t, I, I can handle it, please start."
"Alright, then I’ll begin."
With those words, Zhang Xiaoshan’s hand that was on her neck started to move downward.
Liu Ye’s soft calls became more frequent.