The Young Doctor with His Harems

Looking at her slightly panicked expression, Xia Bei was momentarily stunned.

Indeed!

A beautiful, proud white swan like her, how could she possibly like him? Last time, she was just drunk!

He had done so many excessive things before when treating her, taking away her most precious chastity!

"Xu Yirong, I'm sorry! I thought you were willing." Xia Bei hurriedly apologized.

"No...it's okay, I know you couldn't help it, you're too fond of me! But I've said it, we're just friends, I don't like you..." Xu Yirong lowered her head, tidying her dress.

"Oh!"

Xia Bei felt a deep sense of loss.

"However, you did help me, so I can let you, like last time, take a look, have a kiss, do you want to?" Xu Yirong raised her head, her gaze incredibly shy and bashful.

She still harbored a bit of resentment toward him, yet she often thought of him, even dreamt about getting intimate, fantasizing about him kissing there. It made her extremely ashamed, unsure how to face him.

Regarding matters between men and women, she used to be indifferent, but now she was starting to think about it.

"Come over, let's go to the classroom!"

She turned directly and walked toward the teaching building nearby.

Xia Bei finally snapped out of his daze, filled with ecstatic excitement, and quickly followed.

"Xia Bei, it's because you helped me, I really dislike that Cheng Hao, always boasting in front of me, even though he clearly has a girlfriend. You helped me, of course I should satisfy you a bit."

Finding an empty classroom, she closed the door, stood there bashfully, her cold and beautiful face flushed red.

"Oh!"

Xia Bei was extremely thrilled.

"By the way, last time Zhou Jing... came to see you just for treatment? Since when are you close with her? She's Cheng Hao's girlfriend!"

"Yes... yes! She wasn't feeling well, we're not really close, just acquaintances."

"Oh! You should interact less with her, I don't like that woman, we don't really get along."

Xu Yirong looked around, moved toward the podium, sat on it after hesitating, and swung her beautiful black silk legs, feeling so ashamed she shivered.

Sitting on the podium intensified the shame within her!

Meanwhile, Xia Bei became even more excited.

He stepped forward, reached out his hand, tremblingly touched her pair of incomparable model-like beautiful legs!

Already extremely sexy, now wrapped in black silk, it was simply tempting to the utmost!

Touching them, they felt silky smooth and tender, making Xia Bei tremble uncontrollably, his eyes almost reddening with desire to tear apart the stockings and kiss thoroughly these legs that haunt his dreams!

To him, it was the ultimate enjoyment!

"Xia Bei, you're so excited! Just touching the legs! How can you be so thrilled, is it because you like me too much? I know you're obsessed with me, that's why I'm satisfying you, letting you kiss mine... mm!"

As Xia Bei lightly caressed, she trembled, the further up he went, the stronger her reactions became, until reaching the thigh root she shook fiercely, suddenly closing her legs tightly, gently rubbing, as if overwhelmed.

Her cold, exquisite face was flushed, her eyes incredibly seductive.

"Xia Bei, stop touching like that, I can't take it, mm! Am I being so wanton? I don't know what happened, I'm clearly not like this." She whimpered, feeling extremely ashamed.

"Not at all! This is a normal female reaction!"

Xia Bei moved downward, thoroughly enjoying those exquisite legs before finally lifting her skirt at her request, pulling down her stockings, revealing the white lace underneath.

Already drenched, clearly outlining the contour.

"Xia Bei, hurry, I can't hold it anymore, please hurry..." She supported herself backward, half-lying on the podium, her model-like legs gently opening, revealing a breathtaking sight.

Yet, Xia Bei didn't comply, instead, he grabbed her delicate feet, kissing them, inch by inch.

"Xia Bei, what... what are you doing! Don't kiss my feet, oh! Are you a pervert, liking to kiss feet, ah! Don't tickle me, itchy! Itchy!" Xu Yirong felt both ashamed and excited, yet greatly enjoyed this thrilling sensation.

"Ah!"

With a restrained and soothing moan, Xia Bei finally reached the overflowing valley above, delving in...

She quickly, in just a moment, shook vigorously, her whole body flushed red, expression indescribably joyful, satisfied, praising his prowess.

"Xia Bei, are you feeling uncomfortable? How about... I use my hand for you! It seems you're holding back, not feeling well either!"

After a while, she sat up, her gaze burning as she looked toward Xia Bei's lower body, the towering tent made her slightly thirsty, wanting to grab hold to really experience it.

"Don't use your hand, use this!"

Xia Bei held her delicate foot, excitedly exclaimed, then made her shift direction, himself sitting on the chair, having her extend a pair of snowy tender feet, slowly place them on him, enveloping and moving...