Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1723 - 1720: The Ferocious Battle at Home

Xu Wendong had just experienced a fierce battle, unable to withstand such a seductive sight.

He only felt a "buzz" in his head, and the dam of reason collapsed with a roar at this moment, as if pierced by the most vigorous warmth of spring.

Gazing at the dreamlike scene before him, his eyes seemed to be lit by the brightest stars, with shimmering desires flowing within.

Like stars twinkling in the silent night sky, reflected in his pupils was Lin Yiren’s delicate body, that trace of gracefulness akin to a lotus blooming under the moonlight, quietly unfolding in his heart.

His steps were as if guided by gentle threads, moving slowly forward involuntarily, each step seeming to tread on soft clouds, drifting with a hint of intoxication.

His breathing grew softer, yet he couldn’t hide its urgency; those threads of breath were like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, causing slight ripples.

With every inhale, it seemed he wanted to quietly absorb the romantic atmosphere of the room, allowing emotions from within to grow like spring buds breaking through the soil, gently swaying his last remnants of restraint.

When he finally stood by the bed, his trembling hands seemed touched by the god of love, adorning with appreciation and desire, gently caressing Lin Yiren’s shoulder.

The delicate, warm touch was like the first warm ray of sun in spring, spreading instantly throughout his body.

Causing his body to tremble slightly, this shiver spread slowly from his fingertips to his heart, awakening a long-dormant affection, like springtime flowers.

Lin Yiren seemed to sense something, letting out a soft moan, slowly waking up.

In her sleepy eyes, she first paused upon seeing Xu Wendong in front of her, and when she discerned his passionate yet deeply affectionate gaze, her cheeks instantly blushed.

Like clouds gently painted by the evening glow, charming and vivid, with a touch of shyness and naivety.

"Wendong, you..." She just began to speak, but her words were gently sealed by Xu Wendong, this kiss like the tender touch of petals, carrying a profound passion, as if wanting to draw her soul into a haven of love.

For a moment, lips and teeth meshed, and the scorching breath blended like a spring breeze, as if staining each other into two magnificent paintings.

Xu Wendong’s hands, as nimble brushes, softly traveled across Lin Yiren’s body, carefully exploring every inch of skin that haunted his dreams.

His fingers lightly grazing her back like a player brushing a guitar string, where he passed, it seemed to strum soft notes, causing Lin Yiren’s delicate body to tremble slightly, her rapid breathing thin and light.

Lin Yiren was completely immersed in the gentle waves of this love.

Pieces of clothing fell like petals, scattered on the ground, murmuring about this entangled forbidden love.

Their bodies pressed closely together, like two intertwined branches under the moonlight, where skin touched, the heat was like lake water under the spring sun, slowly warming, warm enough to silently play the strings of each other’s hearts.

Xu Wendong’s kisses traveled down Lin Yiren’s neck, his tongue like morning dew on a petal, lightly licking, teeth like gently touching flower stamens.

Leaving a trail of faint pink marks, akin to the first blooming cherry blossoms on spring branches, vividly alluring, exuding soft temptation.

Lin Yiren panted softly, her chest gently rising and falling, each breath like an ethereal melody played on Xu Wendong’s ear.

That gently trembling chest, with each breath causing ripples like a breeze across the lake, teasing the softest corners of Xu Wendong’s heart.

His hand slowly moved down, as if gently holding moonlight, clasping Lin Yiren’s slender waist; his fingers, like a gentle embrace, as if to hold her tenderly in his arms.

Lin Yiren responded graciously under him, her eyes as if shrouded in morning mist, dreamy and enchanting, murmuring indistinct words, as if pleading, yet encouraging, her voice carrying a gentle tenderness.

Xu Wendong’s lips continued their exploration downward, when they reached her soft, warm abdomen, Lin Yiren couldn’t help but shiver lightly all over.

That sensitive skin was like being brushed by a spring breeze, instantly raising a layer of fine goosebumps, her mouth releasing rapid breaths!

Xu Wendong grew ever more passionate, his hand along the side of Lin Yiren’s thigh as if chasing moonlight, slowly moving upwards.

His fingers, like feathers, gently caressed that smooth skin, causing Lin Yiren’s leg muscles to occasionally tense slightly, as if shyly or invitingly.

And his gaze remained locked onto Lin Yiren’s face, slightly flushed with passion, watching her dreamy eyes, slightly parted red lips, desire surging and overwhelming like a soon-to-flood spring.

At this moment.

The sunlight outside grew increasingly intense, spilling through the gaps in the curtains, outlining the entangled shadows of the two on the ground, like a poetic and romantic painting.

The temperature inside the room rose gently, filled with a bewitching and intoxicating atmosphere.

The bed was like a little boat swaying under the moonlight, making soft creaking sounds, as if quietly singing a simple song of passion, each sound like a whisper of love, urging them to explore each other deeper and softer.

As passion bloomed slowly like spring flowers, Xu Wendong gently flipped over, lifting Lin Yiren effortlessly.

Letting her sit atop him, his hands, as if cradling a rare treasure, tightly embraced her hips, his fingers seemingly sinking into soft clouds.

Causing Lin Yiren to let out a soft cry, yet Xu Wendong gently silenced her again.

He moved gently yet forcefully, like a dance of spring, light and rhythmic.

Every movement carried a deep power of emotion, as if wanting to release all passion and love at this moment leisurely.

Their bodies, like butterfly shadows dancing under the moonlight, collided closely, sweat pouring like morning dew, soaking the sheets.

Lin Yiren’s delicate body twisted more gently, responding to his tender caress.

Both plunged into the most primitive, fiery, and beautiful desire, forgetting everything.

Time, ethics, and worldly gaze all cast aside at this moment, wholly engaged in the vortex of love and desire, letting the flame of love warm and bloom them into eternity!

In this dreamy fusion, Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren’s breaths grew increasingly rapid, like a sudden spring gale, filled with exuberant passion and longing.

Their eyes tightly intertwined, reflecting each other’s obsession and enchantment at this moment as if the whole world had shrunk to this tiny space, leaving only the fiercely beating hearts of each other.

Xu Wendong’s movements grew increasingly fast, his hands softly roaming over Lin Yiren’s body, from her silky back, to her slender waist, and to her beautifully curved hips.

Wherever he passed, it seemed to ignite dazzling fireworks, causing Lin Yiren’s body to incessantly tremble, her soft panting growing more rapid.

Lin Yiren’s eyes tightly shut, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings, the blush on her face vivid as the most brilliant setting sun, tender and inviting.

Her arms tightly wrapped around Xu Wendong’s neck, fingers unconsciously entangled in his hair, as if trying to grasp this fleeting yet unforgettable moment.