The Young Doctor with His Harems

Oh!

Xia Bei was extremely pleased.

Zhou Jing's red lips were soft, tender, and fragrant, and even below, though she was still wearing a skirt and stockings, he could still feel her soft and tender essence, utterly enchanting.

She was Cheng Hao's woman!

Cheng Hao had bragged boastfully, saying Zhou Jing loved him very much, but now, here she was, beneath him on the bed, allowing him to enjoy her youthful, beautiful body to the fullest.

Xia Bei was extremely excited, filled with a sense of revenge, his hands reached down to grasp her delicate softness.

"Xia Bei, do you like me?"

Almost out of breath from the kiss, Zhou Jing finally pushed him away, clinging to his neck, and asked, panting.

"Why are you asking this?"

Xia Bei did not answer.

"Just say it! Say you like me, love me. I don't mean anything else; I'm just a little jealous of Xu Yirong. If you say it, it will make me happier." Zhou Jing acted coquettishly, gently snuggling against him.

"Alright, alright! I like you!"

Xia Bei burned fiercely all over, somewhat losing his rationality, and said it.

Zhou Jing immediately laughed, her eyes full of pride, glancing at a corner aside.

"Xia Bei, I kind of like you too. Tell me, is my figure better than Xu Yirong's? My bust is bigger than hers! She doesn't have this size, although her legs are a bit longer than mine, but I know things better, and I'll definitely make you feel better."

Zhou Jing kissed him again, turned over, and pressed Xia Bei down. While kissing, she began to take off her skirt, soon leaving only a pair of black stockings hugging her hips and waist, and a sliver of lace underneath.

"Xia Bei, this time... do you want to come in?"

Zhou Jing stood up, spreading her legs, standing on top of him, bit by bit, with the most seductive expression and movements, slowly taking off those stockings, the lace long since soaked, with glistening droplets hanging down.

"Want!"

Xia Bei watched, entranced.

"Then you must love me from now on, okay?"

Zhou Jing was thrilled, stripping meticulously, then moved a few steps forward, her lower half just above his head, allowing Xia Bei to see her secrets more clearly, but her gaze was intermittently looking towards the corner of the room.

Xia Bei noticed, and sobered up a bit.

By then, Zhou Jing had already sat down, grinding a few times, about to transform and consume him...

Yet her gaze was not on him, still looking over there, making Xia Bei's scalp tingle, suddenly sitting up, pushing her away, his face turning grim, "Zhou Jing, what are you hiding? Are you trying to film this?"

He jumped off the bed, ran over, and found the phone she had hidden, with the camera app open.

This woman, she wanted to film what they were doing, then show it to Yirong!

So-called liking him a bit, no longer opposing Yirong, all fake, a total lie to her, this woman was still so sly, vicious, full of malice.

"Xia Bei, no, you've misunderstood!"

Zhou Jing was flustered for a moment but quickly calmed down, "I did want to film it, but not to deal with Xu Yirong, you're overthinking it. I just wanted to record our first time, so I can watch it later when I miss you, and then myself..."

"Really? Did you film any with Cheng Hao?"

Xia Bei sneered.

"No... no, Ah Hao, he doesn't like that!" Zhou Jing shook her head.

"How could that be, all men like this, right! Zhou Jing, I thought you really changed, not as vicious as before, but you're still the same, at your core, you're a vicious and extremely wanton woman!"

"What... what did you say?"

Zhou Jing was furious, her eyes instantly red, misty, "Who are you calling vicious, who wanton? Even if I'm wanton, can it compare to Xu Yirong? I didn't lie to you, I do kind of like you, otherwise, would I do this with you?"

"But I also want to deal with that slut, I'm jealous of her, because now I think you're better than Ah Hao, what right does Xu Yirong have to have you! So I want to take you away!"

"Zhou Jing, do you think I'll believe it? You have no respect for me at all, from beginning to end, you're just using me!"

Xia Bei shouted coldly, striding forward, climbing onto the bed.

"That was before, Xia Bei, I don't think that way now, you must trust me!"

Zhou Jing still wanted to explain, but Xia Bei pushed her down, pinning her to the bed.

"Zhou Jing, didn't you want to film? I'll film, with my own phone!" Xia Bei grabbed his phone, turned on the camera, aimed it at her.

"No, Xia Bei, don't do this... don't film!" Zhou Jing panicked, covering her face with her hands.

Xia Bei was cold and unmoved. Actually, he wasn't really angry either; he arranged this meeting just to revenge on Cheng Hao, and he didn't like Zhou Jing at all!

"Xia Bei, I beg you, don't film, I'm telling the truth..." Feeling the heat and hardness pressing up from below, and the phone pointing at her, Zhou Jing was utterly flustered, struggling, but the next moment, a huge swelling sensation came, threatening to tear and fill her body...