"Alright, now's the time!"

Zhao Tienan heard the rapid, breathless sounds from within growing more and more intense, signaling that Bian Le had reached a near-breaking point under his caresses.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

In the next second, Zhao Tienan abruptly stood up and quickly ran to the door.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

He knocked on the door directly, a schadenfreude smile curling at his lips.

"Who is it?"

Bian Le, startled by the sudden knocking, was instantly taken aback. On the verge of climax, her body was now completely thrown off balance.

The sensation was somewhat like the legendary notion of losing control, and it was impossibly uncomfortable.

"Oh, Doctor Bian, it's me, Zhao Tienan!"

Zhao Tienan struggled to hold back a laugh, internally reveling in wicked amusement, his grin harder to suppress than an AK's recoil.

"Zhao Tienan?"

"Are you insane? What time is it? You, a grown man, knocking on my door like this—have you no shame?"

Bian Le was immediately incensed.

She never had a good impression of Zhao Tienan, and now being forcibly interrupted from her ritual, her resentment flared, wishing she could strangle Zhao Tienan on the spot.

"Yep, I'm sick, alright. Otherwise, why would I come looking for Doctor Bian so late at night?"

"I really can't sleep, so I wanted to see if you could give me some sleeping pills. If not, maybe a bit of melatonin would do."

Zhao Tienan feigned a serious expression, shouting towards the door.

"No way, it's so late, the clinic is closed. Come back tomorrow if you want to buy something."

Bian Le felt weak all over, and between her legs, it was like a flood. She really didn't want to get up, so she declined Zhao Tienan's request impatiently.

"Doctor Bian, how can you do this?"

"You are the head of the clinic, and by the rules, you can't turn away any patient. Moreover, the directive from above is clear—the village clinic's pharmacy must operate 24 hours; there's no such thing as closing time."

"If you don't comply, I'll have to call to complain about you..."

Zhao Tienan licked his lips, now feeling unbearably impatient, as if his iron spear was about to explode, nearly scorching his stomach.

"So annoying!"

"Alright, wait a minute!"

Bian Le thought it over and chose to compromise in the end.

She had no choice; despite her reluctance, it was indeed mandated from above. She didn't want Zhao Tienan to report her—it would affect her paycheck, despite having connections above; these matters were networked, beyond their influence.

So, reluctantly, Bian Le threw on a coat and walked out with an odd gait.

"You..."

Seeing Zhao Tienan's face, Bian Le was instantly angered again, but just as she was about to speak, she caught a whiff of the strangely fragrant pink smoke.

In a flash, she felt a dizzying sensation, her body's cells seemingly revamped extensively, simultaneously releasing an intensely potent signal of desire.

Man!

She now craved a man's touch desperately, and the more intense, the better...

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