manynovel Chapter 27 Soft Words and Clingy Approach Lead to a Deeper Trap
Chapter 27 Soft Words and Clingy Approach Lead to a Deeper Trap
Chapter 27 Soft Words and Clingy Approach Lead to a Deeper Trap
[First paragraph]
Just past midday, Wu Meiniang stepped into the cleaned-up Turtle Temple once again.
Today she changed into a light white thin shirt, the fabric of which clung to her body, making her voluptuous figure appear even more graceful, and even her gait seemed more languid than usual.
"Little brother Shanhe... good little brother, your big sister is here again."
Her voice was soft and gentle, with a slight lilt at the end, like a fine hair gently scratching the tip of one's heart.
Chen Shanhe was tidying up his acupuncture kit when he heard the sound. His back stiffened, his fingers clenched the cloth bag tightly, and he slowly turned around.
Wu Meiniang didn't beat around the bush; she walked straight up to him without stopping for even a moment, and the two were so close they were almost touching.
The warm fragrance emanating from her body wafted into his nostrils, rich yet not pungent, lingering and persistent.
"After you massaged my sister yesterday, she felt incredibly comfortable lying in bed last night, and even had peaceful dreams."
She looked up at him, her gaze unwavering, filled with longing and dependence. "I've never had anyone treat my sister this well in my life."
Chen Shanhe's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to speak when she spoke first.
"Little brother, to tell you the truth, your sister can't live without you now."
Wu Meiniang's voice trembled slightly, as if she were truly moved, and her eyes were slightly red. "When I close my eyes, all I see is your image. When I open my eyes, I want to run to you without delaying a single step."
Chen Shanhe frowned slightly, looked away a little, and suppressed his panic: "Madam, I am a doctor, treating patients is my duty."
"Duty?" Wu Meiniang chuckled, leaning forward an inch more, their breaths almost mingling, her fragrance like orchids. "Which doctor is as considerate as you? Which doctor can make my sister remember you so fondly? Can make my sister so preoccupied, thinking of you day and night?"
Chen Shanhe's breath hitched, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
[Second paragraph]
Looking at his tense profile and reddened ears, Wu Meiniang's smile softened, and her eyes became even more tender.
"Little brother, sometimes I really wish we were biological siblings."
Her fingertips twitched slightly, almost touching his sleeve, her tone full of melancholy, "That way, I can stay by your side every day, stick to you, follow you, and no one can say a word against it, no one can stop me."
Chen Shanhe's heart skipped a beat, and his voice deepened, carrying a hint of reprimand: "Madam, be careful what you say."
"Be careful what you say?" Wu Meiniang tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with an open and undisguised longing that met his gaze. "Say what you think, why hide it? It's a pity we're not siblings, but it's fine this way too."
She suddenly stepped back, raised her hand and pointed towards the couch, her smile both unrestrained and docile, carrying a do-or-die frankness.
"I'll use you as a practice dummies, sister."
Her tone was straightforward, clearly indicating that she was ready to offer herself completely. "Acupuncture, massage, manipulation, do whatever you want, do whatever you want, I will not dodge, I will not get angry, and I will not say a word to anyone else."
Upon hearing this, Chen Shanhe's breathing became visibly erratic, and his chest heaved violently.
A mature woman, having spoken so frankly, has held nothing back and cast aside all decorum.
"Madam, doctors have their own rules."
"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible." Wu Meiniang pressed on, taking another half step closer, her tone stubborn. "Just let go, I'm willing to let you try and practice. No one else can interfere, and no one can interfere with us."
[Third paragraph]
As Wu Meiniang spoke, she naturally lay down on the couch, her movements as practiced as if she had rehearsed countless times.
She lay on her back, slightly raised her waist, and her clothes shifted gently, revealing a section of delicate and warm skin, placing the most convenient position for acupuncture and massage in front of him.
"Little brother, come quick, your sister is waiting."
Chen Shanhe stood there, his palms slightly sweaty, the sweat trickling down his fingers.
Days of teasing, close contact, warm scents, and soft words, repeated tests and advances, layer upon layer weighed on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
He was young and strong, full of vigor. Faced with such a charming woman, even the hardest defenses were gradually worn down and shattered day by day.
He walked slowly over, his steps heavy, each one resonating with his own heartstrings.
Just as his hand was about to land, the instant it touched her fabric, Wu Meiniang trembled slightly, as if her whole body had lost its bones.
"I get flustered whenever you touch me."
With her eyes closed, her voice was soft and husky, tinged with shyness and longing, "But I also crave your touch, I wish you were here with me every day, that you could be by my side at all times."
Chen Shanhe's fingertips trembled, and he almost lost control of his strength, his whole body tense like a fully drawn bow.
He could clearly feel the warmth emanating from her body, which seeped through her clothes into his palms. He could hear her slightly rapid breathing, and his nose was filled with her warm fragrance.
Several times, he was so distracted and lost his composure that he almost lost control and leaned down to embrace the person in front of him.
As Wu Meiniang listened to his increasingly heavy breathing and felt his slightly trembling fingertips, a smile that no one else could see appeared on her lips.
She knew that the young doctor in front of her was about to collapse and would soon fall completely into her hands.
[Paragraph 4]
At the corner outside the temple wall, Su Wanjing pressed herself tightly against the wall, listening to every word of the conversation inside.
She felt feverish all over, her cheeks burning, her heart aching and tight, filled with shame and panic, and she almost couldn't stand up straight.
Wu Meiniang's words, "I can't live without you," "It's all because of you," and "You're my practice dummy," were like needles, piercing her heart and causing her excruciating pain.
She could see and hear clearly that Chen Shanhe was in retreat, his defenses were crumbling, and he could collapse completely at any moment.
If this continues, it won't be long before Chen Shanhe completely falls for Wu Meiniang and willingly becomes her man, never to look at her again.
Su Wanjing clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving several crescent-shaped marks. The pain made her eyes red and tears welled up in them.
A crazy, shameful, yet incredibly firm thought took shape in my heart and could no longer be suppressed, growing wildly.
Can't wait.
We can no longer hesitate, we can no longer back down, we can no longer stand by and watch.
If we wait any longer, it will really be too late.
If she waited any longer, she would lose Chen Shanhe forever.
Inside the room, Wu Meiniang suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Chen Shanhe, and lowered her voice to a softer, more alluring tone.
"Good brother, tell me the truth. With your sister doing this for you, staying by your side every day, clinging to you, don't you feel anything at all? Don't you miss her at all?"
Chen Shanhe was jolted, his hand froze in mid-air, his whole body stood still, his eyes were panicked, and his breathing was rapid.
The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, swirling up a few fallen leaves. The atmosphere in the entire Turtle Temple instantly became extremely tense, ready to explode at any moment.