Chapter 1

Zhao Bin looked at the woman in front of him, couldn't help but swallow, feeling a fire burning inside him, but he maintained a calm and even somewhat serious expression on his face.

The black stockings wrapped around her beautiful legs, paired with a short skirt that barely reached her buttocks, revealing a glimpse of the scenery beneath. Her prominent breasts were barely contained by a low-cut top, and at this sight, Zhao Bin became hard.

This kind of tantalizing half-revealed allure was something a man in his twenties, full of vigor, could hardly resist.

If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, he would have taken her right there and then. Who could blame him when she dressed so provocatively, practically inviting trouble.

As the saying goes, a woman in her thirties is like a wolf, in her forties like a tiger, and in her fifties, she can sit and suck the earth. Although somewhat exaggerated, it does show that a woman's desires grow stronger with age.

However, the woman in front of him was not like a wolf or a tiger; she seemed to have a slight aversion to sex, even a sense of disgust. According to her, in three years of marriage, they had only had sex five times, and each time, she was the one who asked to stop.

After hearing her description of her condition, Zhao Bin felt a deep admiration for her husband, who could live with her for three years under such circumstances. At the same time, he felt pity for her, as she had never experienced the pleasure of a woman.

"Doctor, can you help me? I want to have a child, but every time I have intimate moments with my husband, I feel no passion, and even feel nauseous." The female patient parted her red lips, her face showing a nervous expression as she looked at Zhao Bin.

At this moment, Zhao Bin really wanted to curse. Damn, this woman's husband was a complete failure, unable to conquer this proud and coquettish swan in three years of marriage.

To describe Zhao Bin's thoughts in one sentence: she needed to be tamed. If it were him, he believed he could make her understand the benefits of being a woman in one night, and show her how wonderful bed activities could be.

"This is not a physical issue but a psychological one. We need to conduct further tests. Please follow me."

Zhao Bin stood up and walked to another door inside the office, leading to a small resting room used for psychological therapy in a quiet environment.

The female patient glanced at the scene inside the room, then pursed her lips and walked into the room.

Inside the room was a sofa with a reclining function, and at this moment, Zhao Bin stood beside the sofa, patting the white leather sofa. "Lie down, we need to conduct a psychological test."

"Lie down?"

"Of course, how can I conduct a psychological test if you don't lie down? How can I determine what your condition is?"

Zhao Bin looked righteous, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the hem of her skirt. Once she lay down on the sofa, he would be able to see the scenery beneath, and the thought made his heart race.

Men who are not a little bad are not loved by women; men should be a little bad. This was Zhao Bin's principle.

So when he saw the mature woman lie down, he swallowed and reached out his hands directly.

Cough, he placed his hands on her forehead, following the method Lin Tong used to treat patients, first helping them relax.

At that moment, he noticed a peach-shaped mark on her temple, about the size of a pinky finger, very noticeable and as red as if it were freshly cut.

Her hair had previously covered it, but now he couldn't resist touching it.

"Ah!"

The mature woman let out a soft moan, her legs involuntarily tightening. Zhao Bin didn't see the scenery beneath her skirt, but he saw a patch of white at the top of her cleavage and her prominent breasts.

Licking his lips, he pretended to be concerned and said, "Sorry, I touched your wound."

"Wound... what wound?"

The mature woman spoke weakly, the touch had given her a pleasurable sensation, like an electric shock, making her body tingle, and even causing her to become wet down below.

The feeling was extremely pleasant, and she wanted to experience it again, but the intense gaze of the man made her heart race, and her lower body felt even more itchy.

If he were her husband, she would have rushed forward to embrace him and kiss him passionately, but he was a doctor, and a stranger she had just met.

Although she owned a club and was usually very open, she wouldn't do anything out of line with a stranger. Now, she could only tighten her legs even more.

"Did I hurt you?" Seeing the woman's reaction, Zhao Bin thought she was in pain from the wound on her temple and asked anxiously.

"No, no, what wound?" The mature woman waved her hand, then looked at Zhao Bin with confusion.

"Isn't there a scar here on your temple? It's peach-shaped." Zhao Bin looked at her temple and gently touched it, wanting to see if there was really a scar.

"Ah~"

The mature woman let out another soft moan, her body twitching, her eyes becoming hazy as she licked her dry lips.

Zhao Bin swallowed, damn, just touching her temple, and she reacted like she was in heat?

Seeing her like this, Zhao Bin decided to go all the way and pounced on her.

"What are you doing!" Feeling Zhao Bin's body press down on her, the mature woman felt a strong desire, but her rationality forced her to remain calm.

At that moment, she felt a burning desire, but when Zhao Bin touched her temple, she experienced a sensation she had never felt before, more pleasurable than her first time, and even her lower body felt like a flood.

Now she was very embarrassed because her buttocks were wet, clearly the water from that forest had leaked out.

She thought about the orgasms her friends had described, and she had only envied them because she had never experienced it. Now she understood, that was what an orgasm felt like.

"Cough, I thought you were having a seizure, so I got on top of you to control you."

"Then why did you stick out your tongue?"

"Seizures can cause people to bite their tongues. I was afraid you would bite yours."

"Did you want to use your tongue to stop me from biting?"

"Cough, just in case."

Zhao Bin looked awkwardly at the mature woman, lying on top of her, feeling her plump figure, the soft and warm waist, almost losing control.

At that moment, the door opened, and a doctor in a white coat looked at the scene in shock.

"Zhao Bin, what are you doing here!"

Looking at the woman with long braids and glasses at the door, Zhao Bin glanced at the woman beneath him and awkwardly smiled, "The orphanage needs to buy an air conditioner, but there's not enough money."

"Then why are you lying on my patient!" Lin Tong looked at Zhao Bin. If they hadn't grown up in the same orphanage, and if she hadn't watched him grow up, she would have called the police.

"A misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding." Zhao Bin laughed and got off the sofa, looking at Lin Tong with an awkward expression.

"Are you not a doctor?" The mature woman looked at Zhao Bin in shock.

"I am a doctor." Zhao Bin nodded seriously.

"He's a veterinarian!" Lin Tong said fiercely.

"She didn't ask me, she saw me in your office and came in directly to ask for treatment. I was just trying to help, look, her legs are wet." Zhao Bin said with a serious face, showing no trace of his previous lewdness.