Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 616: Chapter 616: Even Shouting Yourself Hoarse Won’t Make Me Stop

Yang Cheng let go of Yue Ying’s hand and slapped his own face hard.

The sound of ’slap’ was crisp in the silent night.

His strength was heavy, and a red handprint instantly appeared on his face. If an ordinary person took such a slap, it could knock their teeth out.

Just as he lifted his hand to hit himself again, Yue Ying grabbed his hand and sobbed, "Stop it! Knowing I’m heartbroken, you still hit yourself just to make me feel bad, right?"

"Yang Cheng! You bastard!"

"I’m sorry to you, but I have my reasons."

Feeling heartache, Yang Cheng tightly embraced Yue Ying, kissed her face, and absorbed all the tears.

Seeing Yue Ying finally calming down a bit, he then explained the situation about meeting Lai Zhongyao on the mountain, which required them to venture out at night to the mountain to get the Purifying Spirit Spring.

In fact, this trip uphill was truly life-threatening. If he hesitated even a little, Lai Zhongyao could have caught him.

"I got hurt, so I didn’t dare return to you immediately. I went to Yun Chan’s place, and she applied some medicine."

To make Yue Ying forgive him, Yang Cheng played his trump card—acting pitiful.

"You got hurt?"

Sure enough, Yue Ying’s beautiful eyes widened as she reached out to touch Yang Cheng’s chest, discovering the wrapped bandage.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I just punched your chest several times; were you hurt?"

The disappointment and resentment in her beautiful eyes instantly turned into self-blame and heartache.

"My injury is on my back; the bandage is wrapped around, and there’s nothing wrong in front. Even if I got hit, it’s fine as long as you can forgive me; you can hit me however you want."

Yang Cheng spoke very sincerely, grasping her small hand to guide it toward his face.

"I won’t hit you. Let go quickly."

Yue Ying struggled, refusing to hit him.

"If you don’t forgive me, I won’t let go."

"Alright, alright! I forgive you."

Yue Ying immediately compromised, glaring at him with a bit of dissatisfaction. Even knowing it was his ploy, she still couldn’t bring herself to do it.

"Turn around and let me see your wound."

Yang Cheng nodded and took off his shirt, revealing a well-built back.

The bandage was wrapped several times, and Yue Ying didn’t directly unwrap it but opened a gap, leaned in to inspect the wound, which was covered with medicinal herbs but the savage wound could still be seen.

After all, it’s the wound left by a poison dart, and it can’t heal quickly, though it’s no longer painful.

"Such a deep wound, if you told me earlier, I wouldn’t have hit you."

Yue Ying regretted it; she was just anxious at the moment. Thinking it through, Yang Cheng did risk his life on the mountain to save people by retrieving the Purifying Spirit Spring.

He still cares about her; otherwise, why would he endure her punches earlier?

"Does it hurt?"

The girl asked softly, blowing gently on his wound.

"It doesn’t hurt at all, but there’s a place that hurts a lot now. Can you help me?"

Yang Cheng’s Adam’s apple rolled, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

Earlier at Yun Chan’s place, the desire was provoked. Later, after the breakthrough, the surplus of True Qi in his body made it unbearable.

If it weren’t for Yue Ying crying earlier, he would have already pinned her down fiercely.

"Where does it hurt? Let me see."

Yue Ying didn’t understand his intention and asked anxiously.

Yang Cheng quickly took off his pants, revealing the towering dragon and said with a smile, "This is particularly painful."

"You rogue!"

The girl’s cheeks flushed instantly, but she boldly touched it, her nimble fingers sliding back and forth over the scorching giant thing.

The Dragon Root excitedly pulsed, Yang Cheng’s breathing became rapid, and without delaying any preliminaries, he flipped Yue Ying onto the bed, forcefully prying open her slender legs and pressed the dragon head at the entrance.

"I promised you a beautiful wedding night, and since I left mid-way, I’ll compensate you now."

As he spoke, he kneaded her sensitive spot with his fingers; when a stream of nectar flowed from below, he gripped the instrument, teased the entrance for a moment, and slowly pushed the dragon head inside.

As soon as he entered a little, Yue Ying couldn’t help but moan, even though she had been developed a few hours ago, she still couldn’t cope now.

Yang Cheng didn’t rush, his big hand kneading her soft chest, then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

When Yue Ying was utterly lost in passion, he suddenly thrust his hips, deep inside, fiercely striking the flower heart.

"Ah!!"

Yue Ying screamed, and upon looking down, discovered that the massive Dragon Root was almost breaking her apart.

This time Yang Cheng didn’t give her time to ease, swiftly thrusting his hips in attack.

"There’s still about two hours until sunrise, so even if you scream yourself hoarse, I won’t stop."

Yang Cheng leaned close to her ear and laughed softly, then grabbed her calf, pumping quickly, filling the room with the sound of fierce slaps.

His thrusts were too vigorous, causing Yue Ying’s body to shake along with the soft jades on her chest, the vivid buds particularly noticeable.

"Ah ah... slow down... I can’t take it anymore!"

Yue Ying moaned in unbearable pleasure, her delicate body convulsing a few times, sending her to the peak.

Yang Cheng slowed down, his big hands kneading her buds, extending the aftertaste of her climax.

For the next two hours, Yang Cheng tossed Yue Ying back and forth, full of inexhaustible energy, even the neighbours could hear the moans growing louder and louder.

Until dawn when the village ladies came to prepare to wash and dress the bride, the commotion inside the room hadn’t ceased.

"Ah~~ Brother Chen... stop... we’ll miss the time."

Yue Ying’s body was limp, completely hanging on him, her eyes red as she pleaded.

"I’m doing this for your own good, this way I can prove I’ve absorbed all the evil spirits from your body."

Yang Cheng panted heavily, his arms passing through her leg bends, grasping her, thrusting powerfully.

The girl’s voice was hoarse; she could only moan brokenly, pleadingly looking at him.

People outside were shocked; at this hour, Yang Cheng was still at it, and from the sound, it was even more intense.

"Oh my! The Little Divine Doctor is truly extraordinary; Yue Ying is lucky indeed."

"Congratulations! Nanny Dashan, your Da Shan has married a wonderful bride, be good to Yue Ying."

Everyone surrounded Nanny Dashan, saying auspicious words.

Seeing how smoothly the Enlightenment was, Nanny Dashan was delighted, but it was already this time; if the couple didn’t finish, they really wouldn’t make it.

With no other choice, she could only walk over, tap on the door twice, and softly say, "Little Divine Doctor, time is running out."

Then came a burst of intense movements and high-pitched cries of the maiden, finally returning to tranquility.