The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 14: Pluck the Blossom When It Blooms

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Forget it, at least I purposely put on the safest pair of boxer briefs today. From the bathroom to the bedroom, it's less than ten meters—a few quick steps and I'm there...

With that in mind, Xia Rou opened the door and bolted toward the bedroom as fast as she could.

Who would have guessed...

During her shower, water had splashed from the bathroom door onto the tiles outside, leaving them slippery. In her haste, Xia Rou's footing slipped, and with a "whoosh," her long, pale legs flung into the air as she fell backward with force!

"Ah!" Xia Rou cried out in shock.

If she were to hit the tiles hard, it wouldn't be a laughing matter—she could easily crack her tailbone or even suffer a concussion.

At this critical moment, a warm and strong arm encircled Xia Rou's slender waist, catching her body before she hit the ground.

Xia Rou had just let out a sigh of relief when another hand reached over—and landed squarely on the highest point of her prone body...

For the first time ever, she was held in a man's large palm...

An indescribable feeling surged in her heart. Xia Rou was stunned, forgetting even to struggle or resist, as Yan Xiaobao swept her up in a princess carry.

Surrounded by an intense masculine aura, Xia Rou flailed like a startled deer. "Ah! Put me down right now..."

"No way, the floor is far too slippery—it's dangerous. Getting hurt would be bad." Yan Xiaobao confidently strode toward the bedroom with Xia Rou in his arms. "Rourou, you need to be good and obedient, or else your hubby might just spank your tushie!"

"The living room floor isn't wet or slippery..." Before Xia Rou could finish her sentence, she cried out again. "Ah!"

Something lightly tapped her tushie, like a small stick...

Yan Xiaobao was carrying her with both hands, using his legs to walk—what did he hit her with?

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"Ah!" Realizing what the "small stick" actually was, Xia Rou immediately covered her flushed face, frozen in place, terrified that Yan Xiaobao might use the "small stick" to tap her tushie again...

Yan Xiaobao carried Xia Rou into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

Breaking free from his arms, Xia Rou immediately sat up. "You sleep in my room, I'm going to the one next door..."

Before finishing her sentence, Xia Rou froze again.

Her black knee-length dress, worn by Yan Xiaobao, had become a short skirt. Right now, that skirt was being prominently propped up by a certain object, as if saluting her with a flag...

"Whew—"

With a gust of scented air, Xia Rou vanished from Yan Xiaobao's sight, retreating into the room next door.

"Huh? Wife, why are you so fast? Have you trained before?" Yan Xiaobao exclaimed in surprise, before sinking into frustration.

Originally, Xia Rou had arranged for him to stay in her room, and he had thought he could sleep with his wife. Who would have thought that Xia Rou herself would flee to the next room to sleep instead?

Looks like he'd have to heal the patient first, only then would Rourou agree to sleep in the same bed with him. Fine then, I'll get up early tomorrow and start treating her!

Yan Xiaobao quickly brushed off his minor disappointment and gleefully hopped onto Xia Rou's fragrant embroidered bed, falling asleep in no time.

While Yan Xiaobao slept soundly and peacefully, Xia Rou in the next room tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Though her body felt utterly exhausted, her heart was like a tranquil lake disturbed by a heavy stone, sending ripples across its surface.

From a young age, her younger sister's sudden mysterious illness left her in a vegetative state, bringing hardships to an already struggling family. Xia Rou had endured a difficult youth, hardly experiencing the springtime of her life.

In early adulthood, forced into marriage by debt, she eventually escaped to Binhai, working tirelessly while self-studying—her life was plagued by difficulties, leaving no room to entertain thoughts of personal romance.

Thus, at twenty-four years old, Xia Rou's love life was completely blank. Her interactions with men had been limited to a paltry few courtesy handshakes.

Yet today, on the very first day of meeting Yan Xiaobao, she had held hands with him, been wrapped around the waist, carried in a princess hold... and even hit on the tushie by his "small stick." The sheer absurdity...

Time is fair to everyone. Regardless of experiencing the springtime of youth or not, regardless of romantic history, at twenty-four, a woman's body is fully matured, at the prime of "pluck the flower when it blooms."

Which boys aren't amorous? Which girls don't feel yearning in spring?

The attraction between the sexes—it's a law of nature that no one can defy.

Deep down, Xia Rou longed for love too, yearning for a man's protection and affection. She had merely never had the chance to think about such things—until today, when Yan Xiaobao suddenly stirred her latent desires.

The lightweight summer bra, without sponge padding... During her near-fall earlier, Yan Xiaobao's hand had wrapped around her waist while his other pressed against her chest... Even now, she could seem to feel the warmth of his palm lingering...

The firm protectiveness as Yan Xiaobao held her tightly against his chest, that potent masculine aura... that feeling of safety—it was... actually... kind of nice...

If only he hadn't hit her with that "stick," Xia Rou might not have been so strongly opposed to being held by him...

The annoying guy... brave enough to intervene and subdue a thief. A skilled healer, curing a stroke victim with a single touch. Courageous and capable, yet seemingly pure-hearted and steadfast. Clingy to the point of calling the woman he likes "wife" endlessly, but unforgiving and violently swift against bad people.

Honestly, he was kind of... cute...

If only he were closer to her in age... If only he weren't so flirtatious, calling every pretty woman he saw "wife"... He might actually be an excellent man...

"Bah, bah, bah! What shameless thoughts..." Xia Rou suddenly snapped out of her daze, chastising herself before burying her face into the pillow.

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The next day, as the morning sunrise cast its first rays, Yan Xiaobao was already up bright and early. Xia Rou also woke up early but looked faint, like she was lacking energy.

At Dexi Hall, Chen Long and Zheng Xiaoyu had already opened the shop and were busy cleaning.

"Morning, Sister Xia Rou." Zheng Xiaoyu greeted her, then noticed the faint dark circles under her eyes and asked, "Sister Xia Rou, didn't sleep well last night?"

"The weather's too hot, the air conditioning is old..." Xia Rou gave a long-winded explanation, yet it came off a little unconvincing.

Zheng Xiaoyu eyed the refreshed Yan Xiaobao suspiciously, leaning close to Xia Rou and whispered, "Sister Xia Rou, don't tell me, on the very first day of knowing him, you already let him push you down..."

"Get lost! What nonsense are you spouting?" Xia Rou scowled, glaring fiercely at Zheng Xiaoyu.

"Oh come on, it's not a big deal in this day and age..." Zheng Xiaoyu giggled mischievously. "That little brat might be annoying, but he's still pretty fresh—a proper little cutie. You wouldn't be losing out, Sister Xia Rou..."

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