Rural Carefree Little Immortal Doctor
Chapter 372: Trouble at Home

Chapter 372: Chapter 372: Trouble at Home

Taste?

Chen Ziyang naturally understood what this meant.

"Can you do it?"

"I’ve watched movies, and I’ve practiced with bananas and ice pops..."

It had to be said, Chu Yao came prepared for her encounter with Chen Ziyang.

During the days without seeing Chen Ziyang, Chu Yao had done everything she could, including...

...improving her skills in every aspect!

Chen Ziyang had so many women, he must have been seasoned and worldly. If she performed poorly, how could she compete with the other women?

A warm sensation enveloped Chen Ziyang.

Chen Ziyang felt like he was about to explode.

Seeing Chu Yao straighten her hair beside her ear and lie on her side on the sofa, serving him diligently, her technique was unpolished but clearly practiced, just not yet proficient.

This feeling, on the contrary, gave Chen Ziyang a different kind of pleasure.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Chu Yao’s nose emitted constant muffled moans, and Chen Ziyang was no longer polite, kneading her fullness and making her breathing and voices increasingly rapid.

Finally, after a full five minutes, Chu Yao’s jaw was so sore that she stopped.

Looking at her misty eyes and the glistening corners of her mouth, Chen Ziyang’s flame ignited instantaneously.

His hands grabbed her ankles and lifted her beautiful legs apart.

And the dragon slowly pressed against the honeyed source.

Chu Yao knew what was waiting for her next.

"Ziyang, I... It’s my first time, can you be gentle?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it as painless as possible,"

Chen Ziyang said gently.

Chu Yao was a virgin, and he had known it all along.

In this area, Chen Ziyang was quite experienced.

He started with gentle friction, making sure Chu Yao relaxed and got used to his size.

Chu Yao’s slender waist uncontrollably began to twist, and her voice became more wanton...

"Ziyang, I’m so happy! I’m about to become your woman!"

Chu Yao, supporting Chen Ziyang’s waist, was full of anticipation.

Chen Ziyang felt her excitement and thought the timing was almost right.

However, just as Chen Ziyang flexed his waist, ready to penetrate and explore, a worker’s voice suddenly came from outside.

"President Chen! Are you busy? There’s been some trouble at home!"

Chen Ziyang paused for a moment.

And Chu Yao curled up like a frightened bunny.

Chen Ziyang’s face showed displeasure.

Every time he was about to reach the last step with Chu Yao, someone interrupted!

"What’s wrong with my home?"

But the worker outside said there was trouble at home.

Home?

Qiao Fei?

"Your sister-in-law seemed to have gotten into a fight with the village head, they say it might get physical!"

The worker said anxiously.

Chen Ziyang’s face darkened immediately.

The village head?

Wang Jinhua?

Fighting with Qiao Fei?

"Ziyang, if you have things to take care of, go ahead!"

Chu Yao also knew that at this moment, even if she forcibly kept Chen Ziyang, she couldn’t keep his heart.

She didn’t want to give away her first time in such haste.

"We have many days ahead! I’ve made up my mind to become your woman, whenever you miss me, I’m ready to give myself to you!"

As she spoke, Chu Yao sensibly kissed Chen Ziyang on the lips.

Chen Ziyang tenderly stroked Chu Yao’s hair.

"Let me go back and check the situation first, then I’ll contact you."

After a thought, Chen Ziyang asked, "Do you have a place to stay in Hundred Spirit Village on this trip?"

"The station arranged a guest house for me, don’t worry!"

Chu Yao had already stood up and put on her undergarments: "Go ahead and be busy, I’ll wait for you at the guest house."

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