"I'm not talking about that kind of liking, it's another meaning, purely admiration! Do you understand?"

Ji Bingran was taken aback for a moment, then turned red with shame and quickly explained.

"Oh!"

Xia Bei was a bit disappointed.

Thinking about it again, Aunt Yirong is so mature and beautiful, with a cold and proud personality, her standards must be incredibly high. How could she possibly like a mere eighteen-year-old boy!

"Dr. Ji, then I should leave."

The mature beauty in front of him glistened brightly, captivating his soul to the point where he was afraid he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He hurriedly stood up, planning to wash his face in the bathroom and escape quickly.

Everything that happened just now made him feel very guilty towards Yirong!

"Stay!"

A cold shout came as Ji Bingran sat up, "Don't go yet, I want to experiment a bit to see if I'm completely normal." As she spoke, she looked at the tall tent, her fiery gaze laced with a touch of desire.

She knew she was normal because her desire was still strong, especially when she saw this thing, a tingle surged through her body, causing a shameful reaction deep between her legs.

She simply wanted to take the opportunity to touch it, her body was really craving it, almost as if possessed!

"What?"

Xia Bei was stunned.

Before he could react, her jade hand reached over, pulled down his pants again, and grasped tightly…

Ah!

A shy moan escaped as Ji Bingran shuddered. The warmth and firmness in her palm made her body dissolve once again, the sensation was so curious, it fascinated her.

Yet, she felt deeply ashamed inside, especially thinking about Yirong; he was Yirong's boyfriend. How could she, being the aunt, steal her niece's man? It was utterly shameless!

And this little rogue, she wondered what he thought of her, would he view her as promiscuous?

Unexpectedly, he had really held back earlier, not coming in; did he truly like Yirong that much?

Somehow, she felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart, and her grip tightened, "Hey! Don't move, I mean no harm, I don't fancy this thing, I just want to experiment, to test my reactions."

"Besides, I'm already thirty, having never touched a man before, my understanding of men's physiological structures stayed in textbooks. I should familiarize myself with them, so when I meet a man I like, I won't be completely clueless."

"Just treat it as training me a bit, to let me get familiar with men's bodies."

She concocted a story, finding herself a reasonable excuse, and couldn't resist moving again…

"Dr. Ji, what are you doing? This isn't right!"

A wave of tingling current rushed through, causing Xia Bei to tremble violently, he felt deeply ashamed and reached out to stop her.

"Don't move, I already said, it's to help train me. If you don't let me, I'll tell Yirong later that you tried to assault me, didn't you? You almost came in just now!"

Ji Bingran glared, face flushed, threatened.

"You..." Xia Bei was somewhat helpless, fearful inside, so he remained silent, allowing her to carry on, though his body was trembling vigorously.

"Seems really cured, I feel it too now. Your medical skills are truly amazing, curing Miss Song's tumor, it's incredible. What's the background of your master? I haven't heard anything about them!"

"Do you feel it? Is it comfortable, or..."

She murmured, genuinely experimenting by changing various movements, observing his reactions.

Gradually, Xia Bei also struggled to hold back, gasping, during her shy scream, grabbing onto the two plump, softer mounds bigger than Yirong's.

"Is it not done yet?"

"Ow! My hand is so sore, what a pervert, do you have something wrong? There is, there's a condition called difficulty in reaching climax, I think that's what you have."

After a long time, Ji Bingran's hand wearied from the exertion, complained continually, Xia Bei finally couldn't hold back, releasing joyously, deliberately splattering on her fair, tender chest, making her glare furiously.

"Wipe yourself!" Ji Bingran got up, tossing over a pack of tissue, feigning disdain, "This training was quite effective, when I have time, I'll call you back. What's it, you're not willing? Be careful, I'll tell Yirong, then you're doomed!"

Xia Bei could only agree.

Training such a great beauty in sexual matters is indeed thrilling, but considering her identity feels rather absurd, besides, she's thirty while he's only eighteen, seems reversed!

"Also, perhaps you can teach me some medical skills, I'm quite interested in learning." Ji Bingran found another excuse.

"Oh!"

Xia Bei nodded willingly, unable to teach her cultivation techniques, but able to teach her some basic medical skills.

"Brother Yanyan, I'm returning a bit first, the rest will be paid back slowly." On the way back, he received a message from Meng Meng, along with a transfer of a thousand yuan.

Xia Bei pondered for a long time, thinking about replying but unsure what to say, simply accepting quietly.

He flipped through the album, found those photos taken earlier, looked through them a few times, chose to delete them, those photos were not supposed to be taken.

The next day, he brought some tonics to the hospital, visiting Miss Song's rogue brother, knowing he cured him. Her brother was quite cordial, calling him Divine Doctor Xia.

Feeling a little disgusted inwardly, but Xia Bei maintained a friendly demeanor.

"Dr. Xia!"

After a while, he met Song Yanjiao, who came to see her brother.

"Dr. Xia, you've sent medicine twice, so attentive, what do you intend? You don't look up to my brother, do you? Or... do you want me?" Walking out of the room, Song Yanjiao arched her brows charmingly, gazing at the bulging area beneath him, with a touch of flirtation.

"Let's go!"

She hooked her finger, leading Xia Bei away, soon arriving at a hotel. As soon as they entered the room, she couldn't hold back, hugged him tightly, her small hand sliding downwards, grasping the heat that captivated her...

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