Glamorous Doctor
Chapter 178: The Noodles Are Overcooked

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: The Noodles Are Overcooked

Chen Yun turned her head at the sound of footsteps and caught a glimpse of Zhang Yang, immediately feeling a bit nervous, as she was unaware that Xia Xue had already returned to her room. So, she said:

"The noodles will be ready soon, why don’t you go chat with Little Xue? Ever since Wang Bin came back, her mood doesn’t seem to be very good."

But Zhang Yang hugged Chen Yun from behind.

Chen Yun was so startled that the chopsticks in her hand dropped to the floor.

"Let go of me quickly. If Little Xue sees us, we’ll be finished, and besides, there are many people in the house now, so don’t mess around."

Chen Yun’s voice trembled nervously as she spoke.

Zhang Yang rested his head on Chen Yun’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist, and then whispered, "Cousin has already gone back to her room, now it’s just the two of us outside."

"Didn’t you say earlier that you’d give me something to eat down there, Aunt Yun? I’m really hungry, I want to eat it right now."

Chen Yun first let out a sigh of relief and then gave Zhang Yang a reproachful glare. "Are you out of your mind? I was talking about noodles. You nearly scared me to death just now, and you still dare to spout nonsense."

"Get out, the noodles will be done in no time."

"I’m not going out, I want to eat Aunt Yun’s ’down below’."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang slowly crouched down to the position of Chen Yun’s perky rear, his hands caressing her round and slender legs.

Chen Yun was actually wearing yoga pants today, incredibly sexy.

Exuding mature charm, Zhang Yang couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Chen Yun’s heart raced with nervousness, and she quickly tried to dissuade him, "Zhang Yang, get up quickly, it’ll be trouble if someone comes out."

"If someone comes out, I’ll get up immediately. Don’t worry, Aunt Yun."

Zhang Yang was very confident in his hearing.

"That still won’t do, I’m scared!" Chen Yun’s cheeks were slightly red, and being touched on the thigh by Zhang Yang was arousing her, but she was also terribly frightened inside.

Zhang Yang naturally did not stop. Looking at the perky rear wrapped in yoga pants, he couldn’t hold back any longer and pressed his face against it.

Taking a deep breath with force, he said, "Aunt Yun, you smell so good."

Chen Yun immediately felt a sucking sensation on her behind, which made her even more sensitive.

She said anxiously and shyly to Zhang Yang, "What are you talking about, smelling good? I was doing yoga with Little Xue today and sweated a lot, haven’t even taken a shower yet."

"The scent of sweat is even more enchanting," Zhang Yang said as he greedily inhaled again.

Chen Yun felt like she could not stand any longer; this would really be too much for her to handle.

Not to mention, Zhang Yang’s hands were also mischievously moving towards the root of her thighs.

Then he started rubbing back and forth in the position of her crotch.

Chen Yun could feel herself beginning to get wet down there, her legs trembling, forcing her to lean on the stove to barely stand upright.

"Oh, Zhang Yang, stop it, Aunt Yun can’t take it," she said.

Zhang Yang chuckled mischievously while rubbing under Chen Yun’s crotch and wantonly playing with that pert rear, all the while keeping his face nestled between her buttocks, continuing to suck.

Such a tempting scent. And that spot between her legs was getting warmer and moister, as Zhang Yang could feel.

"Aunt Yun, you’re so naughty. The water has already soaked through the yoga pants," he said.

From her throat, Chen Yun let out an enticing moan, "Zhang Yang, Aunt Yun really likes your touch, it’s so thrilling, if we get caught, we’re doomed."

While saying this, her body uncontrollably twisted.

She stood with her legs forming an ’eight’ shape, and every time Zhang Yang touched her sensitive spots, she would instinctively tighten her thighs.

Zhang Yang was also aroused, boiling with enthusiasm, as Chen Yun was truly irresistible.

When alone with Chen Yun, Zhang Yang always found it hard to hold back.

By this time, the crotch of the yoga pants had already become a large damp spot, and the texture had turned even more slippery.

At the same time, the outline of that area was also completely exposed, with a luscious arc in the middle, sketching an intoxicating crevice.

Zhang Yang grabbed Chen Yun’s waistband and then pulled down her pants and panties to her thighs in one go.

It was clear to see that the panties were already covered with a viscous liquid that looked like egg whites, incredibly enticing.

She was already that wet inside; no wonder it had soaked through the yoga pants.

At this point, Chen Yun didn’t want to stop Zhang Yang anymore, her own desires had likewise been stirred by him.

As Zhang Yang pulled down her pants, she naturally pushed up her beautiful buttocks.

The seductive curves heated Zhang Yang’s eyes.

At that moment, Chen Yun suddenly reached back and grabbed her buttocks, spreading them apart.

The pretty flower and the moist, luscious Peach Land were exposed.

"Zhang Yang, do you want Aunt Yun to feed you from down there?"

This was truly fitting for the occasion.

Where could Zhang Yang hold back? He immediately buried his face in there, the enticing scent filling his nostrils—a bit of sweat, a hint of muskiness, and the sweetness of nectar.

For a man, this mixture of scents was the perfect aphrodisiac.

Zhang Yang greedily extended his tongue, licking the nectar off the luscious Peach Land and into his mouth.

"So fragrant, so delicious!" Zhang Yang exclaimed.

Chen Yun clenched her teeth to keep from making noise, but still, a soft moan of pleasure escaped her throat.

At the same time, Zhang Yang felt Chen Yun’s whole body trembling, her voluptuous buttocks pressing against his cheeks and shaking uncontrollably.

"Zhang Yang, is Aunt Yun really that wild down there because I haven’t bathed?"

"Not wild, very sweet!" Zhang Yang responded.

"You bad boy, Aunt Yun is so embarrassed, but you... you’re making it feel so good," she said.

Chen Yun moved uncontrollably, grinding herself against Zhang Yang’s mouth.

"Mmm, it feels so good, so incredible."

"Faster, Zhang Yang, faster, Aunt Yun is almost there."

Zhang Yang also felt a lot of nectar flowing out, so much that his mouth couldn’t catch it all, and it dripped down onto the small panties below.

Chen Yun was also pushed wave after wave towards the peak of pleasure.

Finally, Chen Yun covered her mouth, but still let out a long moan, "Ah!!!"

Zhang Yang felt like Chen Yun had squirted a little, not much, but the flow ran down her thigh, and he also had his mouth full.

He immediately stood up, turned Chen Yun around, and kissed her on the lips.

"Mmm!!" Chen Yun’s eyes widened, her mouth felt stuffed with a thick nectar.

It was her own fluid—how could Zhang Yang be so bold?

But she swallowed it down bit by bit and then entwined her tongue with Zhang Yang’s.

The transparent nectar still flowed down from the corners of their mouths, and after a while, Chen Yun suddenly remembered something and lightly tapped on Zhang Yang’s shoulder.

Only then did Zhang Yang let her go.

Then Chen Yun, flustered, said, "It’s over, the noodles are going to be mushy."

Chen Yun hurried to rescue the noodles in the pot while Zhang Yang just watched with a smile, still fondly touching that perky buttock.