Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 610: Chapter 589: Sisters Join Forces!

When Sun Zhe decides to be shameless, Su Nanzhi really has no way to handle him.

The originally neat bed quickly turns messy, with the quilt bulging and sinking, moving constantly, as if hiding an alien creature that’s about to break out.

A meticulously tailored white women’s shirt suddenly flies out from under the quilt, and gently lands on the carpet at the foot of the bed, followed closely by a black tight skirt...

Only a short moment passes.

Sun Zhe inside the quilt strips Su Nanzhi down to just a purple lace bra, and her lower body is left with only black silk pantyhose wrapped around her slender waist.

"Oh, aren’t you annoying? I was napping."

Su Nanzhi’s face is flushed, with an air of shy anger, looking incredibly enchanting.

Sun Zhe holds her tightly, cheekily burying his face between her breasts, greedily inhaling the faint milky fragrance, and says, "Nanzhi, are you really mad?"

"No." Su Nanzhi responds expressionlessly.

"Are you jealous?"

"No." Su Nanzhi remains expressionless, pretending to be indifferent, as if she doesn’t care about anything.

Sun Zhe laughs, "You talk to me and let me into your room... this means you’re giving me a chance."

"Nonsense!"

Su Nanzhi seems to be hit in a sensitive spot, instantly losing her defenses, rolls her eyes at him irritably, and pulls the quilt covering them off, "Don’t be shameless. Hurry up and get out, I want to sleep."

"Pia!"

Sun Zhe’s big hand caresses her smooth white back, lightly hooking the transparent shoulder strap of her bra with his index finger, making a crisp snapping sound.

"Hey... What’s wrong? It hurts!"

Sun Zhe asks, "Should I really leave?"

Su Nanzhi snorts coldly, turns her face away, and says lightly, "Hurry up and go, I don’t want to see you."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe props himself up and truly prepares to get out of bed.

"Since you’re ignoring me, I’ll go find Sister Qingli, she’s the one who spoils me the most."

Unexpectedly, before he finishes speaking, Su Nanzhi grabs his arm tightly.

Her sharp and pretty blue-gold nails almost pierce the skin on his arm.

Before he can react, Su Nanzhi yanks his strong body back swiftly, and the next moment his vision suddenly darkens, covered by the quilt again.

The narrow and dim space inside the quilt is filled with a faint fragrance, and their eyes quietly meet.

Su Nanzhi suddenly leans forward and bites his neck hard, coyly saying, "That’s your punishment."

"Punishment for what?"

"Wear lipstick."

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe immediately moves downward.

Not long after.

Su Nanzhi’s two long black silk legs are draped over Sun Zhe’s shoulders, her delicate hands reaching under her abdomen to press Sun Zhe’s head, her white jade fingers constantly threading through his black hair.

Sun Zhe, with silk legs on his shoulders, kneels in front of Su Nanzhi, staring at the mysterious garden so close at hand, his gaze blazing.

The garden longed for by countless men is wrapped in a seamless glossy black silk, the bulging mound glistening charmingly, clearly revealing the lace-trim safety pants underneath, with faint lipstick marks visible in the center.

Breathing in the indescribable sweet scent, Sun Zhe slowly leans forward, gently biting a thin thread of silk with his upper and lower teeth, expertly tearing open a large hole.

Then he forcefully pulls off the delicate and alluring but obstructive safety pants. Upon uncovering, he is shocked to find that the last layer of lace has already soaked through.

"Nanzhi, why is there so much?"

"Hmm... Don’t waste time, hurry up."

Sun Zhe says no more, using one finger to pull aside the soaked lace, burying his face in the fragrant thicket, directly searching for the bud long since awakened.

"Mmm..."

Su Nanzhi suddenly furrows her brows and lets out a seemingly painful soft moan.

Sun Zhe, however, pays no attention, as if he’s alone, earnestly using the tip of his tongue to circle around the tender bud.

"Mm mm mm... So itchy, be gentle..."

"Where did you learn this, really... you’re so naughty..."

After about three minutes.

Sun Zhe suddenly lifts his head from the plush dark fuzz, mouth covered in water, looking at Yang City’s top beauty with grievance, asking, "How long do I have to keep the lipstick on?"

Su Nanzhi narrows her eyes, the orange eyeshadow on her lids glistening, delicate and alluring.

She is utterly entranced, saying nothing as her hands suddenly exert force, pressing his head down once more.

After a few more minutes.

Sun Zhe lifts his head, mouth full of honey, "Nanzhi, is it alright now?"

Su Nanzhi hums gently, lazily pushing herself up, her delicate hands skillfully unhooking her bra from behind.

With a soft snap.

As the hook is undone, the taut purple lace bra instantly slackens, sliding downwards, revealing two snow-white treasures to the air, the scent in the air becomes even sweeter and invigorating.

Gazing at those unrivaled beauties, Sun Zhe swallows secretly, momentarily stunned, marveling at how enticing they remain, no matter how many times he sees Yang City’s top beauty’s treasures.

"Nanzhi..."

Su Nanzhi notices the faint lipstick mark still lingering on his neck and frowns, "Did my sister leave that?"

Hearing her words, Sun Zhe’s face becomes solemn, "Who left it doesn’t matter. Nanzhi, remember to channel the spiritual power I return to you later, let me tell you, I’ve learned a new Secret Technique on this trip to Northern Myanmar."

"Got it!"

Su Nanzhi looks at him with a face full of disdain, quietly grumbling, "You’re just changing the topic."

"Knock knock knock..."

Suddenly there’s the sound of knocking on the door.

Su Nanzhi’s expression perks up, immediately turning to see that Su Qingli has entered without her noticing, now leaning against the door frame with an amused smile.

She quickly pulls up the quilt to wrap herself, her silk feet kicking about in the quilt, embarrassed and angry, "Sis, what’s up? You didn’t even say a word!"

Su Qingli chuckles, "I’ve been here for quite a while now. I saw you indulging in that licking, losing yourself completely, so I didn’t disrupt your fun."

Upon hearing this, Su Nanzhi’s neck turns red, quickly hiding under the quilt.

At this moment, Sun Zhe gives Su Qingli a signal.

Su Qingli understands, closes the door behind her, and walks towards the bed with her long silk-clad legs.

She is now wearing a double-layered faux translucent qipao, the outer layer is lace with gold and blue patterns, while the inner layer is cotton matching her skin tone, making it appear as if she is wearing only a single lace dress, exquisite and alluring.

Gazing at the absolute beauty approaching, Sun Zhe’s Yang Qi flares uncontrollably, laughing, "Sister Qingli planning a team-up against me with you two?"

"What else? Since you returned from Northern Myanmar, you’re clearly different, I’m worried Nanzhi alone won’t be able to handle you."

Upon hearing her words, hiding under the quilt, Su Nanzhi’s heart trembles.

Previously, she couldn’t handle Sun Zhe at all, always worn out by him, and Su Qingli’s words imply... that the jerk has grown stronger.

"Uh, sis, maybe you two can start off... I have to go to work this afternoon."

Su Qingli smiles calmly, "Do you really think you still have time to go to work?"

Inside, Su Nanzhi worries, "But isn’t grandpa at home too?"

"Don’t worry, Grandpa drank too much today, he’s sleeping soundly, he won’t wake up until dusk."

"..."