Familiar room.
It was in this room that Li Chuan almost succeeded, but Song Hanzhang called and interrupted his good fortune.
Wen Qingqing sat on the bed: "This time, should we turn off our phones first?"
Li Chuan was playful: "I'm helping you treat your stomach ache, right? Why turn off the phone?"
Wen Qingqing rolled her eyes: "Alright then, how does Divine Doctor Li plan to treat?"
After saying this, Wen Qingqing found it amusing; a teacher herself, having previously lectured him in class, now allowing her student to treat her.
Li Chuan: "Just lie on the bed and expose your stomach, I'll give you a quick massage."
Wen Qingqing didn't say anything, directly lying on the bed, lifting her pink robe to reveal her smooth, flat belly without any excess flesh.
Underneath, a faint glimpse of black lace from her panties was visible.
With Wen Qingqing's rapid breathing, it was clear she was quite nervous.
Li Chuan reached out, placing his hand on Wen Qingqing's supple stomach.
He felt confident, but knew the ailment needed addressing first.
When Li Chuan's hand touched Wen Qingqing's abdomen, her body shivered, and her hand instinctively gripped the bedsheet.
Li Chuan was slightly exasperated: "Teacher Wen, don't be so tense, your stomach's showing abs, hard to treat like this."
Wen Qingqing: "..."
"If not for your sister-in-law saying you're skilled, I wouldn't have approached you."
As she spoke, Wen Qingqing's face flushed; Li Chuan's hand on her belly felt like it ignited a fire.
"Sister Qing, it's from drinking too much iced tea. You women generally have the same issue."
With just a touch, Li Chuan could roughly discern.
Drinking cold drinks, eating chilled food, common with many women nowadays.
In hot summers, it's not noticeable, but once weather cools, problems arise.
"With another doctor, you'd need a month's medication at least, but encountering me is your luck. Three minutes to resolve." Li Chuan boasted while massaging Wen Qingqing.
Wen Qingqing lay on the bed, eyes half-closed, enjoying Li Chuan's massage technique.
Undoubtedly, Li Chuan wasn't exaggerating; his massage technique was indeed very soothing.
"Whether it's cured in three minutes, I'm unsure. But you're skilled, making me feel quite comfortable." Wen Qingqing gradually relaxed.
As Li Chuan massaged, he also flowed Lingxi True Qi through Wen Qingqing's body.
Lingxi True Qi, akin to Spiritual Qi from Heaven and Earth, rapidly healing her internal ailments.
Slowly, Li Chuan's hand moved upwards.
In Wen Qingqing's perception, Li Chuan's hands seemed to carry tiny currents, sending tingling sensations through her, feeling utterly refreshed.
Her body gradually heated, her face also turning red.
Seeing Wen Qingqing wasn't stopping him, Li Chuan's movements grew bolder, reaching up to gently press on the softness.
Yet Wen Qingqing still had her eyes closed; face flushed, she even opened the robe's buttons for easier access to Li Chuan.
Thus, Li Chuan fully unleashed, actions unrestricted, shortly after, Wen Qingqing's melodious moans filled the air, eyes growing hazy, flirtatiously looking at Li Chuan.
At this moment, Li Chuan had thoroughly ignited the fire in Wen Qingqing.
Now, Wen Qingqing disregarded Song Hanzhang's previous warnings.
Li Chuan soon kissed Wen Qingqing's lips, a few minutes of French kissing left Wen Qingqing gasping, pushing Li Chuan away: "Close the curtains! And turn off the phone."
Hearing this, Li Chuan shook his head in mild disbelief; Wen Qingqing clearly learned her lesson from previous experiences.
Yet drawing the curtains was a quick task.
Once he pulled the curtains, Li Chuan lay back beside Wen Qingqing.
Before settling, Wen Qingqing's arms wrapped like a water snake around his neck.
At this moment, Wen Qingqing was out of control, longing to blend Li Chuan into her being.
Li Chuan responded passionately, his hands, akin to piano-playing, tracing over Wen Qingqing, soon reaching her secret garden.
Wen Qingqing, single for so long, struggled to withstand Li Chuan's advances. Within seconds, her body was overwhelmed, writhing in his arms, melodic moans escaping her lips.
For Li Chuan, it was undoubtedly the world's most beautiful song.
Indeed, as a university professor, Wen Qingqing had a charming voice; imagining his usual teacher now singing enchantingly in his embrace drove Li Chuan wild.
What man hasn't dreamed of a beautiful teacher?
What man hasn't fantasized about intimate moments with such a teacher?
Wen Qingqing differed from Zhou Ruolan; Ruolan was just a teacher.
Whereas Wen Qingqing was his teacher and his sister-in-law's best friend!
Evidently, today, his dream would come true!
As the moment seemed right, Li Chuan lightly kissed Wen Qingqing's nose and placed his hand on her waist. Wen Qingqing understood instantly, promptly removing her panties.
That's the advantage of a mature woman.
Just a glance communicates intent.
Soon, Li Chuan prepared to fully engage.
But suddenly, Wen Qingqing flinched, retracting her body, her gaze turning anxious!
Li Chuan was puzzled: "Teacher Wen, what's wrong?"
Wen Qingqing was uneasy: "No, we can't do this. I… I'm not emotionally ready..."
Li Chuan: "..."
This was absurd; they were already so exposed, what was left to accept?
I'd just pleased you immensely; can't you offer something in return?
Wen Qingqing bashful: "Chuan, I don't want to withhold, just mentally, I can't cross the hurdle..."
Li Chuan was saddened: "Then what should I do? You see, it's so swollen..."
Wen Qingqing blushed: "Perhaps, I'll... use my hand?"
Li Chuan: "Better use your mouth."
Wen Qingqing felt embarrassed: "I have no idea how..."
Upon hearing this, Li Chuan was somewhat delighted; does this mean it's a first?
"If not, I'll teach you."
Wen Qingqing: "Well... tell me..."
Listening to her words, Li Chuan lay flat on the bed...