Crystal Eyes (1)

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Chapter 1 [Hiss... hiss... hiss...] One breathy sound after another, rising and falling incessantly, gave the other three boys in dormitory 401 goosebumps, while also making them feel Zhong Ping's pain as if it were their own. [I said, Third Brother... Third Young Master... Third Master!] The tall and fat Pang Ke finally couldn't hold back any longer, rushed to Zhong Ping's bedside, and jumped heavily, as if trying to jump off all the goosebumps on his body. However, the scene of a strong man trying to suppress his pitiful voice was indeed funny. Pang Ke blinked his small eyes hard, trying to let Zhong Ping, who was lying flat on the bed, see his sincerity, [Please, Third Master, if there is anything you want to eat or drink, please don't be shy, just tell me and I'll run errands for you.] Ren Fan and Xia Yong'an, who were still sitting in their seats, both cast grateful glances at Pang Ke upon hearing this. Zhong Ping's eye was injured and in excruciating pain. They all understood and were forgiving, but Zhong Ping's way of venting the pain was truly agonizing! Those gasping sounds were enough to drive anyone crazy! The image of the orange basketball hurtling straight at him kept replaying in his mind; the pain of shattered lenses embedded in his eye was unforgettable. Now, with his head wrapped like a mummy, Zhong Ping could only lie in bed, enduring the pain unbearably. Hearing Pang Ke's slightly strange voice, Zhong Ping involuntarily turned his head towards the direction of the sound. Still, all he could see was darkness. Suddenly becoming irritated, Zhong Ping couldn't help but slap Pang Ke on the head. "Shut up!
" The unlucky Pang Ke touched his buzz cut and could only listlessly return to his seat. The entire dormitory was once again filled with silence. Zhong Ping stopped breathing, and the other three tried their best to remain quiet, giving their brother a peaceful environment to recover. It wasn't until two weeks later that the bandages on Zhong Ping's head could finally be completely removed. In the dimly lit ward, with the curtains drawn, two people sat and stood. Head Nurse Hua Min leaned forward, close to Zhong Ping sitting on the bed, carefully unwrapping the gauze from his head. A gentle smile played on her lips, but inwardly she felt a surge of annoyance. Zhong Ping was tall; if he had only sat halfway down the edge of the bed, Hua Min could easily have reached his head. However, Zhong Ping sat fully on the bed, his knees and above, so Hua Min had to stand close to him, leaning forward forcefully to reach his head. As the weather warmed, Hua Min's long, slender legs, clad only in black stockings beneath her white nurse's skirt, grew increasingly hot against Zhong Ping's pressed legs—a heat that was impossible to ignore. Feeling a strange unease, Hua Min couldn't help but glance at Zhong Ping. The young man sitting quietly by the bed was dressed in a simple, bright white shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Because of the heat, the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a jade Guanyin pendant around his neck, its surface a translucent, aquamarine green. The two were so close, a uniquely youthful, sunny aura emanating from them. Even Hua Min, who was used to seeing all sorts of patients, male and female, blushed at this masculine and passionate presence. For some reason, she unusually didn't remind Zhong Ping to move forward a little, but instead continued with the difficult task of unwrapping the gauze. As a result, their bodies inevitably touched and rubbed against each other. While unwrapping the gauze, her mind wandered, simultaneously condemning herself for her own inappropriate thoughts. Ultimately, the usually mature and gentle head nurse mentally blamed Zhong Ping, even giving him a glare for it. Meanwhile, Zhong Ping, after two weeks of darkness, finally saw the light again. He was struggling to suppress his excitement and didn't notice the unusual behavior of the head nurse changing his dressing. Finally, the cumbersome gauze was completely removed, revealing the handsome young man's face beneath. "Alright, you can open your eyes now..." Hua Min said gently, but after Zhong Ping opened his eyes and looked at her, the rest of her words disappeared under her gaze. Upon hearing permission, Zhong Ping immediately opened his eyes. Instantly, a pair of eyes that seemed to hold the entire starry sky stared directly into Hua Min's gaze, leaving the head nurse momentarily speechless with bewilderment. Zhong Ping looked at the slightly dazed middle-aged beauty so close to him, and could still smell the fragrance emanating from the nurse—like ripe peaches, rich and alluring. It didn't smell like perfume; it seemed more like the woman's own natural scent. Zhong Ping subtly leaned closer to Hua Min. Sure enough, the fragrance at the corner of his nose became even stronger. A bright smile appeared on his lips, revealing eight porcelain-white teeth. His cheerful voice rang out as he asked, "Nurse? Are my eyes better?" "Ah!" Startled by Zhong Ping's question, Hua Min hadn't even had time to answer before she gasped, losing her balance and falling into Zhong Ping's arms. She was firmly embraced by his broad chest, her fair arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Zhong Ping was momentarily stunned by the soft, fragrant body in his arms, but quickly recovered. His strong arms unceremoniously wrapped around her waist, pulling her full, mature body even closer. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other in the dim light of the room, their breaths mingling. For a moment, both of them were somewhat distracted, and instead of immediately separating, they didn't separate. Previously, while the bandages were being removed, Zhong Ping's attention was entirely focused on his eyes, neglecting his surroundings. But now that his vision had returned, he felt greatly relieved and naturally became more aware of his surroundings. Especially the nurse who had just removed his bandages; a casual glance was enough to tell that this mature and gentle woman possessed exceptional beauty and figure. Holding her in his arms now, the feel and touch confirmed Zhong Ping's suspicions. Their bodies pressed tightly together, each other's breath filling their nostrils, and for a moment, they were both somewhat intoxicated and dazed. "Are you alright?" Zhong Ping continued to hold Hua Min, his large hand even stroking her back as if to comfort her, though the actions were somewhat ambiguous. He lowered his head slightly and asked in Hua Min's ear, his voice deep and magnetic, his warm breath brushing against her small, white earlobe, instantly turning it red. Zhong Ping's interest was piqued, and he moved even closer to Hua Min's earlobe, his lips lightly brushing against her sensitive skin. "How annoying!" Hua Min finally realized what was happening and was immediately embarrassed and annoyed. She turned her head and glared at Zhong Ping. However, the beautiful woman's eyes, filled with shyness and anger, were unusually moist, making Zhong Ping's heart flutter. He hugged her even tighter. His deep black eyes looked straight into Hua Min's eyes, as if filled with infinite tenderness and affection. The closer contact and the closest eye-to-eye gaze made Hua Min, who had just come to her senses, fall into the bewitching power of those deep eyes again. Her subconscious told Hua Min that the situation was not right, so she forced herself to come to her senses, pushed Zhong Ping, and tried to stand up. However, as soon as she stood up, "Ouch!" she swayed and fell into Zhong Ping's arms again. Zhong Ping, of course, welcomed the beautiful woman's renewed advances, but he also realized from Hua Min's actions that something had gone wrong. So, he put an arm around Hua Min's soft waist, pulling her close, and asked gently, "Did you twist your ankle?" "Mmm~" Hua Min buried her face in Zhong Ping's shoulder, embarrassed and annoyed. She didn't even realize the immense grievance in her voice. In all her years as a nurse, she had never encountered anything like this. No matter how difficult the patient, she always handled them gently and patiently, and everyone praised her for her diligence and meticulousness. But what had happened today?! Twice she had accidentally fallen into the arms of a young man ten years younger than her, and it looked exactly like she had offered herself. Now, discovering she had twisted her ankle, Hua Min was both anxious and furious, filled with resentment. She couldn't help but glare at Zhong Ping secretly. "Hmph, it's all his fault!"
As if sensing the resentment of the beautiful woman in his arms, Zhong Ping chuckled and couldn't resist giving Hua Min's bottom a large slap. Sure enough, her round, plump buttocks were incredibly elastic. Although he realized his action was a bit inappropriate, the wonderful feel made him want to squeeze it again. "Ah!" Hua Min was startled by Zhong Ping's action, but her body faithfully displayed its true reaction. She seemed to lose all strength, her limp body nestling even closer into Zhong Ping's arms. "Okay, my mistake. To make up for it, let me help you." His smile widened, and Zhong Ping deliberately lowered his head, leaning closer to Hua Min. His warm breath on her face made her blush deeply. Being gazed upon by those gentle, indulgent eyes, Hua Min felt an overwhelming shyness rise within her. She completely forgot about the inappropriate actions of that lecherous man earlier—or perhaps she hadn't forgotten them, but her deepest desire was for him to do it again. Zhong Ping's handsome face, radiating a smile, pressed close to Hua Min's face, which was as red as a large apple. One hand held the beautiful woman firmly in his arms, while the other hand began to slowly roam over Hua Min's body, as if carefully checking every inch for injuries. Zhong Ping lifted Hua Min horizontally onto his lap, one arm around her soft waist, pressing her against his body, while the other hand rested on Hua Min's long, slender legs clad in black stockings, slowly sliding down her thigh. Wherever his palm touched, it left behind waves of heat that made one's heart tremble. Finally, Zhong Ping's palm slid across her calf, which he could grasp with one hand, to her ankle. With a gentle pull, Zhong Ping removed Hua Min's black flat shoes, his large hand covering her ankle and beginning to massage it. "Ouch!" Hua Min exclaimed in shock, her eyes instantly welling up with tears. Awakened from the gentle embrace woven by this lecherous man, she immediately reached out to stop him. "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. No bones or ligaments are broken. A couple of days of rest will do the trick."
After massaging and rubbing for a while, Zhong Ping concluded, a relaxed smile on his face as he spoke to Hua Min. Born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and himself a student of TCM, Zhong Ping possessed genuine skill. Hua Min looked at Zhong Ping in surprise, then gazed into his deep eyes, and once again shyly lowered her head. What was wrong with her today?! How could she, a grown woman, repeatedly blush like a little girl in front of a young boy?
Was it really springtime stirrings of first love? "Anyway, your injury is because of me. Go ask for leave, and let me take you home to rest, okay?" Zhong Ping looked at the shy Hua Min, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He leaned closer to the beautiful woman in his arms, his nose almost touching Hua Min's, and said tenderly. "Ah?" "No, no need, I can manage myself..." Hua Min was startled by Zhong Ping's request and instinctively retorted. She clearly sensed the atmosphere becoming increasingly strange and tried to escape the ambiguous and alluring atmosphere. Her red lips moved in refusal, occasionally revealing her pearly teeth, and her eyes showed a hint of helplessness. But such a look on a mature and beautiful woman created a stark contrast, making her even more alluring. Zhong Ping could no longer resist. He tightened his grip, pulled Hua Min towards him, and opened his mouth wide to capture her tender lips. At the same time, he used his arms to press Hua Min's entire body into his embrace, not allowing her to escape even a fraction. Her delicate, rosy lips were forcefully and urgently sucked, nibbled, and then forced open. A large, wet tongue, brooking no refusal, probed into her cherry-like mouth, entwining with her flustered, evasive tongue, their breaths and saliva exchanging. Hua Min's eyes widened in panic. Her tender hands pressed against Zhong Ping's shoulders, trying to push him away, but she couldn't budge the strong boy and could only passively endure the invasion. Soon, Hua Min was breathless from the kisses, limp and curled up in Zhong Ping's arms. Her initially resisting hands now encircled Zhong Ping's neck, her head tilted back, her passive acceptance gradually transforming into active reciprocation. The air seemed to grow increasingly intense. Zhong Ping pulled her close, pressing her down onto the hospital bed, his tall, strong body pressing the petite beauty beneath him. His large mouth never ceased its invasion, occasionally drawing her tongue into his own, embracing and sucking it, kissing Hua Min until she was completely mesmerized, losing all sense of her surroundings. A large hand had already unbuttoned the pristine white nurse's uniform, slipping inside to caress and knead the woman's smooth skin, moving upwards until it covered Hua Min's breasts. Her soft, white breasts, too large for one hand to grasp, were being fondled and squeezed. Meanwhile, Zhong Ping's other hand moved downwards, first stroking her thighs back and forth, then avoiding the most sensitive areas. Only when Hua Min began to writhe in discomfort did his fingers touch her already slightly moist private parts, gently massaging and squeezing them. People walked past in the corridor outside, and even a nurse knocked on the door, asking through the lattice whether the wound had been treated. Zhong Ping then released Hua Min. The usually composed and mature head nurse was now disheveled, panting heavily, limp and powerless on the bed, her red lips parted in gasps, her eyes red and moist—a picture of someone who had just been violated. Zhong Ping smiled, rubbing his erect penis against Hua Min's private parts while gently kissing her sweet cherry lips. He sighed with dissatisfaction, "This isn't a good place. We agreed, you go ask for leave, I'll wait for you downstairs and take you home, okay?" Hua Min was completely encircled in Zhong Ping's arms, too lost in thought to react for a moment. "Be good, I'll satisfy you when we get home. Anyone could come in at any time." Zhong Ping's breathing became rapid again, and Hua Min finally snapped out of her daze, shyly turning her head slightly away. Zhong Ping didn't let her go, continuing to peck at her sweet cherry lips, his voice half-joking, half-threatening, half-laughing, "If you don't come down, I'll come up here and fuck you hard on this bed, let all your colleagues hear, okay?" Hua Min, helpless and embarrassed, pushed Zhong Ping's chest away, pouting, "Okay, your wound is treated, let's go, let's go." After saying that, she struggled to her feet, straightened her wrinkled nurse's uniform, and couldn't help but glare at Zhong Ping, who had been sitting beside her smiling. She pointed to the door, signaling him to leave. Zhong Ping didn't press her further, but smiled and made a phone call gesture to Hua Min before getting up and calmly opening the door and leaving the ward. As soon as Zhong Ping left, Hua Min couldn't hold back any longer. Her body went limp and she collapsed back onto the bed, curling up into a ball. She could still feel the intense stimulation from before, the sensation of his strong chest tightly enveloping her. Even though they had just separated, she already felt a sense of emptiness and hunger. Her two long, slender, white legs involuntarily rubbed against each other, as if she could still feel a large hand playing with her. Hua Min's face was flushed, buried in the sheets, her slender, white fingers gripping the sheets tightly. She felt as if she was still enveloped by Zhong Ping's scent. She was torn by inner conflict. As the most beautiful nurse in the department, even after a failed marriage, the mature and gentle Hua Min was still the center of attention, with a constant stream of suitors. However, since being hurt by her impulsive marriage, she hadn't felt any attraction for six years, living a life of quiet solitude, almost like a nun. The men who fawned over her—whether mature and steady, optimistic and cheerful, or deeply devoted—none had shaken her closed heart. She had always thought this was how her life would be, but unexpectedly, today, while treating the wound of a much younger student, something so embarrassing and heart-pounding happened. It seemed unbelievable. She couldn't deny that his broad chest, strong arms, burning lips, and those large, alluring hands made her surrender, even yearn for him… But her reason told her that this development was unacceptable. They had only met a few times, mostly for medical appointments and dressing changes. How could things have suddenly escalated to this? clt2014: 8 Gold Coins for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!

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