The Young Doctor with His Harems

"Heavens... oh my God!"

Wang Yaqiu's heart trembled dramatically, and her face grew increasingly fearful as she looked at the monstrous sight before her.

This... this is practically a monster!

It didn't even look that strong, but how could this thing be so terrifying?

If it's put in, it might tear someone apart!

The small mouth might also be split open!

She touched her red lips, trembling fiercely, her mature and beautiful face turning pale.

"Miss Song! Don't you..."

Feeling the caresses of that jade-like hand, Xia Bei felt a wave of embarrassment, gritted his teeth, stepped back, and was somewhat annoyed. He had already said no, yet this woman still persisted—she was really too much!

She had also used him as a tool before, simply to lure in Sister Yang!

Now, she was treating him just like a plaything!

"It's obviously hard!"

Song Yanjiao laughed, reaching for it again, but the next moment, her hand was slapped away heavily.

She froze, her elegant brows frowned, instinctively about to get angry—no one had ever dared treat her like this! But she held it in, her heart unexpectedly stung when she saw his angry and disdainful eyes.

He certainly wouldn't act this way towards Yang Wanqing!

Thinking of Yang Wanqing, she felt a wave of jealousy and grievance. Why couldn't she compare to Yang Wanqing? After all, she was more powerful, younger, and more beautiful!

"Are you disdainful of me?"

Song Yanjiao gritted her teeth, agitatedly saying, "You know exactly what kind of person I am. If you don't like it and favor someone as upright as Yang Wanqing, why did you come to me to help solve this trouble? Why wouldn't you go to her?"

"Miss Song, I will remember your kindness, and also the time with the Land Bureau, I will remember that too."

"I don't want your gratitude or need it; what I want is you! You, yourself!" Song Yanjiao shouted, "Don't you understand? I like you, truly! I even regret introducing you to Yang Wanqing! I'm madly jealous of her; the things I, Song Yanjiao, want—I never fail to get them."

Xia Bei was dumbfounded upon hearing it.

He shook his head, a bit incredulous at what this woman was saying.

Liking him was nothing more than playing with him, with some deceitful words!

But the next moment, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, she embraced him, her soft, moist lips pressing forcefully onto his, infusing Xia Bei's lips with a honey-like fragrance.

Xia Bei's eyes widened, he was slightly dazed.

Previously, during their intimate moments, he had wanted to kiss her, but she had refused. Now, she kissed him voluntarily.

Thinking of Sister Yang, he instinctively wanted to push away, but her jade hands embraced him tightly, her alluring and fiery body pressed close, her proud bosom soft yet firm against him.

Her beautiful eyes closed, her soft fragrant tongue probed its way in and entangled with his.

Oh!

Xia Bei shivered, somewhat lost in the tangle with her fervent, sweet, and slippery little tongue, unable to muster the strength to push her away.

Beside them, Wang Yaqiu was stunned.

Isn't this Dr. Xia the man connected with Director Yang?

But why is Miss Song...?

The situation was somewhat chaotic, leaving her utterly shocked. One was the famed Yang the Beauty in Jiang City's official circles, and the other was the illustrious, equally beautiful Miss Song of the renowned Song Family—both women liked the same man!

What kind of magic did he possess?

Was it just because of that thing, thick and hard as it was...?

She thought it might be related, but not entirely. There had to be something else in this young man that attracted them—his abilities. For someone so young to become a life-saving benefactor to Secretary Chang, it showed he was exceptionally capable and promising.

She cast a glance, feeling a tinge of envy—if only Jiaxu were as outstanding!

It was all her fault for not educating him well, for being too indulgent!

After a long kiss, nearly breathless, Song Yanjiao finally pulled away, her beautiful eyes intently watching Xia Bei, "Now do you believe me? I won't force you to leave Yang Wanqing; you can stay with her. I have no objections... The thrill she can't give you, I can!"

She turned her head, looking at Wang Yaqiu beside her.

"Sister Wang, what are you waiting for?"

Wang Yaqiu trembled, looking toward the towering tent, a mix of fear and humiliation rushing over. She still couldn't accept it in her heart, but she had no other choice. For Jiaxu, she could only compromise.

She wiped her tears, stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out her hand.

After trembling for quite a while, she finally mustered the courage, gently pulling back. As the shadow resembling a belt sprang out, accompanied by a strong masculine scent, she finally saw clearly, scarcely suppressing a scream.

She shivered, nearly collapsing to the ground in fright.

Looking up at Song Yanjiao, tears flowed again. It felt like her dignity had been trampled upon, reduced to a lowly plaything. She held it in, still reached out her hand and placed it on.

Husband, I'm sorry!

Jiaxu, this is the only way Mom can help you!

She closed her eyes, struggled for a long time, shedding tears as she leaned closer, parting her lush red lips, extending her small tongue...