Rural Carefree Little Immortal Doctor
Chapter 37: Sensual Treatment

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Sensual Treatment

"Craftsmanship?"

Yang Muxue had not reacted yet, but she saw that Chen Ziyang had already begun to take action.

Although she ran Fragrance Fang, all the services offered at the shop were green and clean.

However, she knew what this kind of craftsmanship was.

But she never imagined she’d be naked, watching a man do this sort of thing to her.

Yang Muxue involuntarily turned her head away.

Since Chen Ziyang had scolded her just now, she did not dare to interrupt his work anymore.

"Sister Xue, sorry, I need to borrow this!"

Suddenly, Yang Muxue felt her breast grasped once again by a large hand!

Yang Muxue’s eyes widened fiercely.

This sight, unbearable to watch!

In the room, aside from the sound of friction, Yang Muxue couldn’t help but let out a faint moan.

Chen Ziyang’s technique kept changing, causing Yang Muxue to feel a wave of heat, even a bit of moisture.

All, just to treat the illness!

Yang Muxue kept comforting herself.

This scene continued for a full hour.

Yang Muxue was completely limp, half-lying on the Imperial Concubine chair.

And the surface of the Imperial Concubine chair was already full of ripples.

In a trance, Yang Muxue suddenly heard Chen Ziyang’s low growl.

"Sister Xue, open your mouth!"

Yang Muxue was jolted, and subconsciously opened her cherry lips.

Before she could come to her senses, she felt a fierce impact.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yang Muxue choked badly, nearly vomiting.

But Chen Ziyang commanded in an uncompromising tone, "Don’t spit it out, swallow it!"

Yang Muxue had almost completely lost her ability to think.

Following Chen Ziyang’s command, she endured the discomfort...

Gulp.

The next moment, Yang Muxue felt a warm stream spread throughout her body, followed by an unprecedented sense of relief.

It was as if all the blocks in her body had cleared!

Chen Ziyang had already pulled up his trousers, clearly also feeling somewhat uneasy.

"The congestion in your body has been temporarily suppressed."

Chen Ziyang, looking at the residue by her mouth, felt somewhat accomplished, "You can try putting on your clothes."

Before Yang Muxue could feel shy, hearing that she could put on clothes, she immediately called out to the door, "Youyou, bring me clothes!"

"Okay, Sister Xue!"

Lin Youyou’s excited voice came from outside the door.

Soon, Lin Youyou entered the room holding a purple lace nightgown.

Seeing Chen Ziyang, holding up his pants as he stepped out from behind the screen, she was stunned.

"What, what have you done to Sister Xue?"

"Treating her illness!"

Chen Ziyang replied nonchalantly, "Give me the clothes, and please step outside for a bit!"

Lin Youyou stood there without leaving, her gaze drifting behind the screen.

The outline highlighted Yang Muxue wiping her mouth.

Lin Youyou was dumbfounded.

"Youyou, please step outside!"

Seeing that Lin Youyou hadn’t moved, Yang Muxue instructed her again.

"Ah! Oh!"

Only then did Lin Youyou come to her senses, her eyes filled with confusion as she left the room and closed the door.

Chen Ziyang handed the nightgown to Yang Muxue, and when Yang Muxue took it in her hand, her excited expression could no longer be concealed.

Her hand, could now hold the nightgown!

And without any uncomfortable feeling!

Yang Muxue nearly trembled as she put on the purple lace nightgown.

Chen Ziyang, watching from the side, was mesmerized.

The semi-transparent effect was even more visually striking than before.

Once Yang Muxue was fully dressed, her face couldn’t help but show a girlish joy, and she even uninhibitedly lifted the edge of her nightgown and twirled around twice.

"Three years! I can finally put on clothes again!"

Yang Muxue’s eyes welled up with tears of excitement.

And when she saw Chen Ziyang’s intense gaze, a blush crept up her pretty face.

She showed no displeasure; instead, her eyes shimmered, and resting a hand on her chest, she gave Chen Ziyang a deep bow.

"Chen Ziyang, thank you!"

No man is a saint.

Yang Muxue knew her body was fatally tempting to men.

So what if he harbored improper thoughts?

It was this man who had solved the pain that tortured her for three years!

That was enough!

"Sister Xue, don’t mention it. Actually, my treating you also held some selfish motives."

Chen Ziyang scratched his head, "I hope you can look after Meimei Massage Hall more in the future."

Far from finding Chen Ziyang utilitarian, Yang Muxue felt he was sincere and couldn’t help but feel more favorable towards him.

"Don’t worry, as long as I, Yang Muxue, manage Fragrance Street for a day, no one will trouble Meimei Massage Hall!"

"That’s good!"

Chen Ziyang finally achieved his goal.

But just as Chen Ziyang was about to take his leave, Yang Muxue suddenly called out to him.

"By the way, you just said, this treatment method needs to be done once every two days..."

Yang Muxue turned her head, revealing a stunning profile, immensely shy, looking as though she was too embarrassed to speak.