allendalepharm Chapter 28 Alluring Shadows, Uncontrollable Desire
Chapter 28 Alluring Shadows, Uncontrollable Desire
Chapter 28 Alluring Shadows, Uncontrollable Desire
First paragraph
When Wu Meiniang lifted the curtain and entered the temple, Chen Shanhe was tidying up his medicine box.
Her steps were light and slow, her clothes clung to her body, highlighting her curves.
She wasn't wearing an undershirt today, and her movements revealed a slightly loose appearance, with the outline of her shoulders faintly visible.
A faint yet strong scent of French perfume wafted over first, lingering on the tip of the nose, sweet but not cloying, making one feel lightheaded.
Chen Shanhe glanced up, then quickly lowered his head again, his fingertips clenching tightly until his knuckles turned white.
Wu Meiniang walked straight up to him, her eyes crinkling with a smile, her gaze fixed intently on his face.
"Dr. Chen, my body still feels heavy. I get tired when I sit for a long time and my body aches when I stand for a long time."
Her voice was lowered slightly, with a touch of languid huskiness, and the last syllable was drawn out gently, making it exceptionally alluring.
Chen Shanhe's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he spoke in a dry voice, "Extend your hand, let me take your pulse again."
Wu Meiniang obediently reached out her hand, and when she placed her wrist in his palm, she deliberately snuggled closer to his chest.
The moment their skin touched, Chen Shanhe's hand visibly trembled, and his pulse instantly became erratic.
Her smile deepened, and the corners of her eyes turned up slightly, full of a triumphant air.
"Dr. Chen, your hands are so cold. Did I disturb your peace and quiet?"
She spoke softly, her tone teasing, and her fingertips gently hooked his wrist.
Chen Shanhe didn't respond, focusing intently on taking the pulse, but the scent of that perfume lingered in his nostrils.
The person in front of him had warm breath, which occasionally wafted gently onto the back of his hand, causing a tingling sensation.
He could clearly see the lines of her neck, her collarbones were faintly visible, making him dizzy.
My heart was pounding more and more erratically, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on my forehead, sliding down my chin.
Villagers passing by outside the temple caught a glimpse of this scene and stopped in their tracks, hesitant to approach yet reluctant to leave.
Some people peeked out, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy, whispering among themselves.
Everyone knows that Wu Meiniang is alluring, but no one has ever seen her be so proactive in getting close to anyone.
Now she's always hanging around Chen Shanhe, making the men in town incredibly jealous, but they don't dare to interfere.
Second paragraph
Wu Meiniang suddenly let out a soft hum, leaning forward slightly and deliberately moving closer to him.
"Dr. Chen, I always feel stuffy here, like I can't breathe."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently pressed it to her chest, a natural yet eye-catching movement that caused her clothes to sway slightly.
Chen Shanhe shifted his gaze, not daring to look any longer, and his breathing became noticeably erratic, his breath becoming heavier.
"Perhaps it's due to poor blood circulation and emotional distress."
His voice was slightly hoarse as he struggled to keep his tone steady, but he dared not meet her gaze.
Wu Meiniang, however, persisted, taking another half step forward until the two were so close they could hear each other breathing.
Her warmth, infused with the scent of perfume, enveloped Chen Shanhe.
"Taking my pulse alone won't work. Dr. Chen, you need to treat me properly, otherwise I'll bother you every day."
Her tone was clingy, and her eyes were full of longing, like she was staring at a young, handsome man she had been craving.
Chen Shanhe's heart tightened, and he felt a burning heat all over his body, as if fire was rushing to the top of his head, making his whole body hot.
He tried to back away several times, but the other party pressed him back step by step until he reached the edge of the table with nowhere left to retreat.
"I'll give you a few acupuncture needles to help you regulate your breathing, and you'll feel better soon."
He hurriedly made excuses to try and create distance, frantically reaching for his needle case.
Wu Meiniang smiled and shook her head, swaying slightly: "Acupuncture hurts, I'm scared, Doctor Chen, please try another method."
As she spoke, she deliberately leaned closer to him, her shoulder almost touching his arm, the soft touch clearly felt.
Chen Shanhe's body was stiff, his fingers were curled up, and his palms were sweaty.
The scent of her perfume, mixed with the warmth emanating from her, made him restless and his mind went blank.
He could clearly feel the softness of the other person's body, his nose felt hot, and his lower abdomen tightened.
Reason kept reminding him to step back, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, frozen in place and unable to move.
Several times, he almost couldn't resist raising his hand to support the person in front of him and pulling them into his arms.
Paragraph
Meanwhile, minor disturbances have already occurred on the mudflats.
Several fishermen argued incessantly, claiming that the land boundaries were unclear and that their fishing nets were colliding, arguing until their faces turned red.
Someone secretly instigated the conflict, and with just a few words, the situation escalated to the point where a physical altercation was imminent.
The manager rushed back to the temple in a panic, reporting the situation without even knocking on the door.
"Dr. Chen! There's a commotion on the mudflats; several fishermen are about to fight. You need to go and take a look!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Shanhe frowned and immediately got up to leave, but Wu Meiniang gently tugged at his sleeve.
Her fingertips were slender, and though her grip was light, it made him pause in his steps.
"What's the rush? This is a small matter that the servants can handle. Why bother coming all the way here yourself?"
She gently tugged at him, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his wrist, rubbing it in circles.
"Take care of me first. I feel really unwell right now. My heart is racing and I'm short of breath."
As she spoke, she slightly furrowed her brows, appearing frail and vulnerable, but a calculating smile lurked in her eyes.
Chen Shanhe was caught in a dilemma, his face turning red and then white.
On one side are the issues concerning the mudflats, and on the other is Wu Meiniang, who is constantly provoking him.
He was restless and his mind was a mess, making it impossible for him to concentrate. He was caught in a dilemma.
Seeing his troubled expression, Wu Meiniang felt even more pleased; this was exactly the effect she wanted.
Several men in the town watched from afar, their eyes filled with envy and anxiety, their faces grim.
They were jealous of Chen Shanhe's advantage, and even more so of Wu Meiniang's allure, which they found incredibly tempting.
Some people gritted their teeth in secret, wishing they could rush up and replace the person so they could suffer this "torture" themselves.
But they also knew that they couldn't withstand Wu Meiniang's methods at all, and could only watch helplessly, their hearts filled with longing.
fourth paragraph
Seeing that Chen Shanhe was distracted and his eyes were starting to wander, Wu Meiniang smiled even more gently.
She slowly released her grip, took a half-step back, but still stood in front of him, preventing him from leaving.
"Dr. Chen, you seem so distracted. Do you find me troublesome and don't want to treat me anymore?"
Her tone was somewhat aggrieved, her brows were slightly furrowed, but her eyes were fixed on him.
Chen Shanhe felt a tightness in his throat and couldn't say a word. He felt unbearably hot all over and couldn't sit or stand still.
Looking at the smiling woman in front of him, he felt his defenses crumbling, as if they might collapse at any moment.
She ignited passion, swayed the heart, and captivated the soul—she did it all perfectly, not a bit more or less.
If this continues, he will eventually break down and fall into this woman's hands.
Seeing his flushed face, rapid breathing, and heaving chest, Wu Meiniang already knew what was going on.
She wasn't in a hurry; she simply smiled gently, turned around, and slowly walked towards the bed.
Her figure swayed gracefully, each step a twist, her very back exuding an indescribable charm.
"Then I'll wait here for Dr. Chen to treat my illness. Don't keep me waiting too long."
She spoke languidly, leaning against the couch, her gaze still fixed on Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe stood there, his heart pounding like a drum, unable to calm down for a long time, his body burning with heat.
The discussions outside the temple, the chaos on the mudflats, and the alluring figure before him all swirled in his mind, disturbing his peace.
He took a deep breath and found that even the air was filled with a sweet fragrance that made him lose control.
He had no idea how long he could hold out in this situation, and felt that the road ahead was completely uncertain.