Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Ni Qingyao Has Fallen Unconscious

"In front of you, I’m just a rogue. Let your husband have a taste to see if your little mouth is sweet."

The more Yun Chan was shy, the more Yang Cheng enjoyed teasing her. He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips again.

At first she struggled, but gradually she succumbed to desire, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding to his kiss.

Yang Cheng was thrilled, grabbing her soft little hand and guiding it downwards. She resisted briefly before yielding.

Feeling the hard, heated object in her palm, Yun Chan blushed all the more, her body engulfed by desire, a sweet liquid streaming from her depths.

An hour and a half ago, Yang Cheng had just helped her dress. Now, he was personally taking them off again, her shoulder strap slipping to reveal a swath of skin as white as jade.

The hem of her skirt was lifted to her waist, her slender legs entwining with his, the visual impact making his Adam’s apple bob; he couldn’t help but tear off her panties.

"Be gentle! You’ve torn them."

Yun Chan said with a touch of heartache.

"I bought you new ones; there’s enough for you to tear one every day."

Yang Cheng chuckled lightly, his fingers probing into her depths, gently moving as he lowered his head to capture the bud on her chest with his mouth, nibbling and sucking hard.

"Mmm, mmm..."

Yun Chan couldn’t help but moan, her beautiful eyes misty. The friction on her chest sent a numbing sensation over her bosom, the pleasure coursing through her body like an electric current.

She gasped heavily, open-mouthed. If Yang Cheng stopped touching her now, she’d shamelessly beg for more.

A moment later, Yang Cheng finally lifted his head, satisfied, the bud swollen from his bites, the area below a flood, soaking his pants.

Seeing the stain on his pants, Yun Chan’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, too shy to meet his eyes.

Yang Cheng lifted her chin, gazing at her delicate face and hazy beautiful eyes, unable to resist saying, "Yun Chan, you’re truly beautiful."

This made Yun Chan even shyer. The man’s sweet words more so than physical desire moved her deeply, she knew she had truly fallen for him, unable to extricate herself.

Perhaps, as her mother said, meeting true love is a happy thing, at least she had a lifetime of memories to cherish, rather than a lifetime of regret for never having experienced love.

Just as Yun Chan was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a burst of pain below, couldn’t help but moan, her grip on his shoulders tightening.

She looked down to see the menacing dragon root slowly penetrating deeper; such a massive object was truly being swallowed up by her.

Yang Cheng had just entered halfway before slowly pulling out; his movements slow but delivering Yun Chan intense pleasure.

Seemingly sensing Yun Chan’s gaze, he suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting, and she turned away shyly.

"Enjoying the view?"

Yang Cheng chuckled, hugging her waist and thrusting intensely.

Yun Chan was extremely shy, reluctant to speak, yet couldn’t resist the pleasure coursing through her body, wrapping her arms around his neck, moving up and down with his thrusts.

The car’s cramped space made it impossible for Yang Cheng to move freely, so he pressed his waist against her, swaying.

After an unknown length of time, the car finally stopped shaking.

Yang Cheng held Yun Chan, lying on the seat, enjoying the aftermath of their peak; neither had activated True Qi for Dual Cultivation, only reveling in this intense encounter.

Yun Chan nestled against his warm chest, wishing time would stop in this moment.

Just as sunlight streamed in, she suddenly snapped awake, sprang up, and began dressing.

"It’s dawn; we must return immediately, or someone will find out."

"Rest in the back, I’ll drive. Don’t worry."

Yang Cheng gently pressed her down on the backseat, dressed, and moved to the driver’s seat, starting the car.

...

At this time, in Hidden Cloud Village.

The villagers had risen early for work, preparing to go to Yun Chan’s house for herbs.

There was only Wen Ying in the yard. Someone asked curiously, "Are the village head and the Little Divine Doctor still sleeping?"

The person spoke casually, but to Wen Ying, it sounded like they already knew Yun Chan and Yang Cheng were together.

She said nervously, "They came back late from gathering herbs yesterday, so let them sleep a little longer. If you need any herbs, just take them."

The villagers had no doubts, began selecting the herbs they needed, and left quietly, afraid of disturbing Yang Cheng’s rest.

An hour later, Yang Cheng’s car finally approached the village. They didn’t park at the village entrance but circled around to avoid the crowd before returning home.

"Finally back, feels like we’re sneaking around."

Yun Chan exhaled, finally relieved.

"Isn’t this what sneaking around feels like? Can’t even hold your hand in public."

Yang Cheng said a bit helplessly. Though this sneaking around was thrilling, it was also quite unsatisfying.

They were just about to lie down for some rest when urgent footsteps sounded outside, Kong Lingwen shouted loudly, "Yang Cheng, come out quick, godmother’s in trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng instantly flipped over and rushed out of the room.

"What happened to Auntie?"

"She suddenly started shaking this morning, her body burning hot. She wouldn’t let me come find you, tried to tough it out, but then she fainted."

Kong Lingwen explained anxiously, pulling Yang Cheng along as they ran home.

"Foolishness! Her condition is serious; she can’t just tough it out!"

Yang Cheng frowned, hurriedly making his way to Da Shan’s house.

At this moment, Ni Qingyao lay on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, eyelashes trembling slightly. Her cheeks flushed, her body burning hot, yet she seemed trapped in an ice cellar, continuously shivering.

Yang Cheng immediately grasped her wrist, probing with True Qi, shocked to find the Taotie’s Remnant Soul spreading from her stomach.

Previously confined to her stomach, it made Ni Qingyao into a glutton, continuously consuming food to maintain her life signs. But once the remnant soul spread throughout her body, it needed vast amounts of True Qi to satisfy, or her body would be devoured.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng immediately activated a cultivation technique, channeling True Qi continuously into Ni Qingyao’s body.

Ordinarily, having consumed so much Purifying Spirit Spring, the Taotie’s Remnant Soul in her body wouldn’t act up so quickly. Yang Cheng had intended to cultivate for a few more days before heading up the mountain, but now it seemed he had to take the risk.

Just then, Yun Chan arrived, softly asking, "Yang Cheng, is there anything I can help with?"

"Come, help me transfer True Qi to her."

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, sweat seeping from his forehead.

No matter how powerful a cultivator, such a massive expenditure of True Qi was difficult to endure.

Yun Chan nodded, also operating a cultivation technique, injecting True Qi into Ni Qingyao’s body. Yet her True Qi seemed like a mud ox entering the sea, even though she exerted her utmost, as if nothing had changed.

After an hour, Yun Chan was also struggling to hold on. Yang Cheng immediately spoke up, "Stop now!"