Chapter 10 Treatment (3)

Hu Yan and Mu Ling arrived at the bedside of the comatose Mu Die Wu. Mu Ling's small face resembled a red apple. She glanced at Hu Yan and then at the comatose person's sister, and muttered to herself: "Good sister, there’s no other way. This big lecher said that only by taking off all your clothes can the illness be treated; otherwise, it cannot be cured. Sister had no choice but to agree, so please don’t blame me."

Mu Ling cast a glance at Hu Yan, while also letting out a sigh of relief in her heart. If this lecherous fellow before them were to pose any threat to her and her sister, they would truly have no means to defend themselves.

Hu Yan did not refuse this, but in his heart, he was overjoyed. How could a big lecher like Hu Yan not be happy when a beautiful woman was showing herself to him? Even though Mu Ling was watching him closely, treating a patient still required some physical examination. "Hehe! Just a little touch," thinking of this, a lewd smile unconsciously appeared on Hu Yan's face.

Hu Yan looked at Mu Ling's demeanor and said with a wicked smile, "Hehe! Little girl, have you ever thought that if I wanted to harm you sisters, with just a stretch of my hand, could you two weak women possibly withstand a big lecher like me? Rest assured, although I have a keen interest in beautiful women, I would never do anything to a girl who is already unconscious and on the verge of death. I am a kind-hearted lecher; you cannot think of me as that kind of shameless lecher." After saying this, Hu Yan raised his eyebrows at Mu Ling and gently held her smooth little chin.

Hu Yan muttered to himself in his heart. "Even if you didn't agree to anything, just look at the way those two guys looked at you when they left; it's clear they won't care whether you agree or not. They will definitely come after 5 o'clock, and perhaps that so-called Left Hall Master who is supposed to celebrate his 36th birthday will come along as well." Of course, Hu Yan did not say these words to Mu Ling.

Rest assured, she will not know. After I have treated her, it is impossible for her to wake up immediately; at least one or two days will be required before she regains consciousness. After all, her body has been on the verge of collapse for so many years, and she must remain in a deep sleep for a period of time to restore her bodily functions.

Huyan rolled his eyes directly at Muling's self-talk, saying, "Are you implying that I intentionally took off your sister's clothes?" Although this was indeed a true event, the way you put it clearly seemed directed at me. However, I am magnanimous and will not hold it against you, Huyan thought to himself.

He drooled as he looked at the moment, where only the bikini remained, covering the most important and mysterious area with a small piece of cloth, causing him to swallow several large gulps of saliva, and a sour sensation filled his nose as a liquid flowed out from within.

"I just want it, and I will first take yours," he said shamelessly.

"Take off her clothes, leave not a single piece, I will treat her illness," Hu Yan said, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light as he looked at the figure of Mu Die Wu on the bed, his gaze sweeping back and forth over her perfect form, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

Since you do not have such thoughts about my sister, would it be possible not to take off her clothes? After all, my sister is still a young lady. If she wakes up and finds out that she was treated while undressed, she would surely be furious.

At this moment, Hu Yan was staring intently at the small patch of skin that was revealing its true form, the snow-white skin as perfect and flawless as white jade, the alluring figure slowly unveiling her mysterious veil under the gaze of Hu Yan, this great lecher, ultimately fully exposed before his eyes

"Yes, you did not agree to me, but you agreed to that big rat who stole your car. Didn't he say he would come to pick you up at five o'clock in the evening? I heard it very clearly," Hu Yan said with a smile.

"I will take it off, and the *illustrated* book is also for you to take off," Mu Ling said, looking a bit embarrassed as she spoke to Hu Yan.

"Nonsense, when did we have a date? When did I agree to go out with you in the evening?" Mu Ling glared at Hu Yan and said

However, it was soon that they arrived in the room, and Hu Yan could only reluctantly place the beauty in his arms onto the spacious double bed before him

In fact, he has a way to cure the disease of the butterfly dance without having to undress. However, considering himself a great lecher, how could he possibly let such an opportunity slip by? He feared that even heaven would come down to scold him for being foolish. While he was daydreaming in his heart, his face remained completely serious, as if it were truly necessary to be completely undressed to cure the illness

"Nonsense, when did I ever agree to him? That was something he said on his own; I never said anything or agreed to anything. Just looking at them makes me feel disgusted; they are nothing but scum." Mu Ling said with a displeased expression, showing a look of disdain.

Hu Yan said seriously: "Are you sure you want me to help her undress? Really, so much nonsense, hurry up and undress her. After we cure your sister, we have a date tonight."

Mu Ling glanced at Hu Yan's expression but could not discern anything. In the end, she could only nod and say, "Well, that's fine, but I must stay by your side at all times." As she spoke, she cast a wary glance at Hu Yan.

The butterfly dance, whether soaring high or the vaguely visible mysterious place beneath, greatly stimulated Hu Yan, a bachelor who had never deeply encountered a woman, making him feel as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest

"What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes? Aren't you here for a check-up?" After hearing Hu Yan's nonsensical words, Mu Ling looked at him with a wary expression. She quickly moved to the bedside, positioning herself in front of Mu Die Wu, while glaring at Hu Yan with an attitude that suggested she was ready to fight him if he dared to act recklessly.

At that moment, while lost in nonsensical thoughts, Mu Ling also began to remove the clothes from her body adorned with the butterfly dance. One could see her blushing, her lips mumbling something incomprehensible, and her charming face had turned red all the way to the roots of her ears