Urban Romantic Divine Doctor
Chapter 281 - 280, Can I Touch You?

Chapter 281: Chapter 280, Can I Touch You?

Looking at the tension and anticipation in those lively, beautiful eyes, Xu Wendong suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if an invisible knife was being pulled back and forth.

If Chen Qiaomu had confessed to him before he dropped out of school, he would have overcome all difficulties, even worked part-time to earn money and stay in school.

But...

The moment he left campus, the two of them grew further apart.

Although they reunited after a long time, he was no longer that inexperienced boy.

Just when he didn’t know how to answer, Chen Qiaomu’s voice sounded again: "You don’t have to rush to answer. I just want to be your girlfriend, I haven’t thought about us getting married."

"I’m afraid of marriage. I just want to be an ordinary woman. I never planned to start my own family."

"If you also want to date, we can try."

The pain in Xu Wendong’s heart escalated again.

He knew this was the trauma Chen Qiaomu’s original family inflicted on her.

A trauma that was hard to heal in a lifetime.

Thinking of this.

He took a deep breath and said, "I’m sorry, I can’t accept your confession!"

Boom!

The simple words struck the girl like a bolt from the blue.

Her face turned pale, her eyes filled with pain.

Obviously, Xu Wendong’s answer was unexpected to her.

She thought Xu Wendong already understood her feelings.

But she never imagined it was her misguided affection.

This tore her heart apart, making her feel as though she had offered her heart to the bright moon, only for it to shine on a ditch.

But she quickly composed herself, forcing a smile: "Actually, being classmates is also nice."

"It’s not..." Xu Wendong hurriedly said, "You’ve misunderstood me. What I mean is, you’re a girl, haven’t you always been waiting for me to confess?"

"In that case, why would I let you confess to me?"

"Even if there’s a confession, it should be me."

He looked nervously at the girl beside him, whose eyes filled with tears, and said affectionately, "Qiaomu, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Chen Qiaomu nodded excitedly: "Yes, I would!"

Xu Wendong tightly held her hand, a bright smile appearing on his face.

This scene had happened before.

Only, it took place in a dream.

Now, it seemed his dream had come true.

Xu Wendong changed the subject, speaking softly: "You mentioned earlier that you’re not satisfied with your body? Where are you not satisfied?"

"Here." Chen Qiaomu blushed, lifting her bathrobe collar to reveal a snow-white curve, then quickly closed it, seemingly not wanting Xu Wendong to look for too long.

Xu Wendong was full of embarrassment, thinking, We’ve agreed on being in a relationship, is there a need to hide?

"I know the Tui Na Technique can enhance a woman’s development perfectly. Your Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand should also have this ability, right?" Chen Qiaomu blushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: "I hope you can help me become more confident. Besides, I want to experience the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand firsthand."

Xu Wendong gave a bitter smile: "In that case, why are you acting so shy?"

Chen Qiaomu let out a soft hum of displeasure: "Should I act like those dancers in the bar’s dance floor then?"

"Seems reasonable!" Xu Wendong sheepishly touched the tip of his nose, then said, "Why don’t you take off the bathrobe, and I’ll give you a massage to try it out!"

Chen Qiaomu murmured softly, then pursed her lips, blushing fully, removed her bathrobe in front of Xu Wendong, revealing her tall, sexy figure.

Though her cup size was only A, seemingly lacking the elements that incite men’s impulses, a woman’s unfathomable cleavage always seemed to ignite a man’s blood.

But one thing must be said.

Chen Qiaomu’s budding feeling also brightened Xu Wendong’s eyes.

He wanted to hold and play with it in his hand.

What surprised him was that Chen Qiaomu turned out to be a White Tiger.

Xu Wendong had encountered two White Tigers; one of them was his sister-in-law, Lin Yiren. He knew the difference between a White Tiger and an ordinary woman, not only more moist but also very tight.

It was hard to resist, a joy to indulge in.

Of course.

Chen Qiaomu didn’t have the allure of a mature woman, didn’t give Xu Wendong a strong sense of conquest.

But her shyness, her slightly anxious expression, was incomparable to the mature charm of Lin Yiren.

This was unique to girls of this blooming age!

"We’ve just confirmed our relationship, and I don’t want things to progress too quickly. Can you respect me?" Chen Qiaomu’s eyes dodged, sensing Xu Wendong’s aggressive gaze, which made her somewhat fearful.

However.

She didn’t want to give herself to Xu Wendong so soon.

Because she knew if you really like an item.

Once you possess it, the degree of fondness will weaken.

She liked Xu Wendong.

Xu Wendong liked her too.

For this reason, she didn’t want to progress too quickly, because she liked this ambiguous identity more than the ambiguous process...

"Rest assured, I will definitely respect you." Although Xu Wendong was a jerk, although he liked women, facing the plea of his dream lover, he couldn’t refuse.

"Thank you!" Chen Qiaomu smiled brightly, then, feeling nervous, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and said, "You can start the massage now!"

Looking at her ready-to-be-picked posture.

Xu Wendong subconsciously swallowed his saliva, trying hard to control his desires, placing his hands on her body, using the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand to gently massage.

Feeling Xu Wendong’s warm hands gently caressing her, Chen Qiaomu’s heart grew restless, her whole body tingling, like a faint electric current flowing through.

Even so, the feeling was intoxicating.

So much so that she involuntarily let out a groan that put Xu Wendong through a severe ordeal.

Perhaps realizing her faux pas, the girl bit her lips tightly, revealing a hint of seduction on her face, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Especially when Xu Wendong channeled True Qi into Chen Qiaomu, a coolness caused the girl to emit a high-pitched note. She instinctively reached out to cover her chest, looking at Xu Wendong affectionately, gasping softly: "Let’s leave it at that for today, okay?"

Xu Wendong’s Tui Na Technique was too miraculous. Whether her front had grown, she didn’t know, but she knew if Xu Wendong continued pressing, she would completely fall.

Fortunately, reason triumphed over desire, pulling her back from the brink of downfall.

Xu Wendong leaned and gently kissed her forehead, revealing a tender smile: "I respect all your decisions. Alright, it’s late, let’s sleep early!" With that, he reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the dark, Chen Qiaomu put on her robe and cuddled up in Xu Wendong’s arms, yet sleep eluded her completely.

After all, it was her first time sleeping with a man on the same bed.

At that moment, Xu Wendong uttered a faint voice: "May I touch you?"