Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 2069: Xu Wendong Drugged and Unconscious

Chapter 2069: Chapter 2066: Xu Wendong Drugged and Unconscious

“Memories? What kind of memories?”

Xu Wendong frowned deeply, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes.

Tomorrow would be the day to set off for the Netherworld; mentioning leaving a memory at this moment seemed far too rushed.

Zhao Ying’er took a deep breath, lightly biting her lip; her originally clear eyes now showed an unprecedented determination.

“I… I want you to leave me with a child.” Her voice was soft, yet it exploded like thunder inside the room.

“What?!” Xu Wendong stepped back half a step abruptly, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp as his head buzzed.

Zhao Ying’er’s eyes gradually reddened, with tears shimmering on her long lashes: “Are you unwilling?”

Her voice had a slight tremor: “Or… were you never intending to take responsibility for me?”

Xu Wendong’s Adam’s apple moved, his chest seemed blocked by a wad of cotton.

He had never seen Zhao Ying’er like this—usually that focused-on-cultivation, cold-as-frost junior sister now appeared helpless.

“It’s not that I’m unwilling to take responsibility…” He struggled to form words: “It’s just that you’re currently at a crucial stage in your cultivation level, and if pregnancy delays your cultivation…”

“I don’t care!” Zhao Ying’er suddenly stepped forward, the hem of her lavender skirt sweeping over the bluestone floor.

She tilted her face, her expression stubborn: “I just want… just want you to remember, there’s always someone in this world waiting for you to come back.”

“Let it be.” He sighed long, raising a hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes: “If this is your wish…”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ying’er had already thrown herself into his arms.

Xu Wendong felt a burst of orchid fragrance, instinctively wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

The warmth of the person in his arms transmitted through the thin shirt, causing his breath to catch.

This was Li Jiayin’s courtyard, even the bed still carried the customary agarwood fragrance of the young lady.

Xu Wendong had a fleeting thought of absurdity—he and Li Jiayin had not yet had skin-to-skin contact here, yet unexpectedly, he was about to first with Ying’er…

He hesitated no longer, bending to pick her up horizontally.

Zhao Ying’er bit her lower lip, her face full of anticipation.

Earlier during dual cultivation, she would secretly refine those life essences, but today was different—today was her calculated fertile period, perhaps it really could…

And as Xu Wendong gazed at her rosy cheeks, his heart was a mix of emotions.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take responsibility, but the Netherworld was extremely dangerous, and if there truly was a bloodline bond…

Thinking of the possibility of his wife and child becoming leverage for enemies, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Anyway, even if he wanted to have children, it wasn’t practical.

After all, he had a group of confidantes in the mortal world.

When dual cultivating with them, there were absolutely no safety measures, yet none of them could conceive his progeny offspring!

In the mortal world, his women couldn’t get pregnant, let alone when his Yang Soul enters the Underworld, residing in Lin Mo!

He gently laid Zhao Ying’er on the bed.

Just as he was about to take off Zhao Ying’er’s clothes, Zhao Ying’er had already gracefully risen.

Under the candlelight, her snow-white skin shimmered with a pearly glow, her slender waist swaying gently with her steps, resembling a night-blooming cereus about to blossom.

Her pale fingers lightly rested on Xu Wendong’s belt, her gaze overflowing with affection; her flushed cheeks were more delicate than the March peach blossoms.

“Dear husband…” she whispered softly, her breath fragrant like orchids.

Her nimble fingers skillfully unfastened the belt, her fingertips vaguely brushing against his firm chest.

As the outer robe slipped down, she couldn’t help but gasp gently—the muscular form of Xu Wendong’s body glowed like honey under the candlelight, the sharply defined abs subtly rising and falling with his breath.

Zhao Ying’er’s hand seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly moving along the distinct lines.

Her fingertips swirled along the deep grooves of his body, playfully venturing downwards—

“Mm…” Xu Wendong murmured deeply, only to feel a soft and boneless small hand grasping his erectness.

The touch made him quiver from head to toe, the Dragon Root immediately swelling a few degrees.

“We’ve been together for ages, how come you’re still so shy?” Xu Wendong teased hoarsely, only to see Zhao Ying’er’s gaze like water, lips parting slightly, whispering warm breaths: “I… just miss you terribly…”

Before she finished speaking, she had already leaned downward.

Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, its tassels brushing against Xu Wendong’s thighs, igniting a tingle of numbness.

With her lips slightly parted, she began to slowly envelop the furious dragon in her mouth.

The warm and slippery sensation made Xu Wendong inhale sharply, clearly seeing the shimmering in Zhao Ying’er’s eye corners, and the slightly bulged cheeks…

At this amorous moment, Xu Wendong suddenly felt his eyelids grow heavy.

He forced himself to lift his gaze, noticing a wisp of faint purple smoke rising within the room.

From the golden incense burner, sweet-smelling smoke was curling upward.

“Not good…” He was about to circulate his cultivation technique, but saw Li Jiayin already pushing the door open.

Moonlight spilled behind her, outlining her enchanting figure.

Under the gauzy nightdress, two round masses of snow white lightly rose and fell with her breath.

“Did it work?” Li Jiayin’s voice trembled, her gaze lingering on Zhao Ying’er’s fragrant scene, unconsciously licking her lips.

Zhao Ying’er released the moist large object, a silver thread drawing an obscene arc in the air.

“Elder sister… he’s already subdued by the aroma…” she panted, her snow-like chest heaving as she spoke: “Tonight… we must make him… surrender everything…”

Li Jiayin, with trembling hands, untied her belt; as the gauzy garment slipped down, revealing a body more lustrous than moonlight.

She kneeled beside Xu Wendong, her delicate fingers caressing Zhao Ying’er’s pert snow-white bottom: “You first, sister will assist you…”

Zhao Ying’er was already deeply moved, honey-like moisture long flooding.

She guided the scorching large object, slowly lowering herself—

“Ah!” A tender moan pierced through the night.

She raised her graceful neck, her hair flying, revealing a look of pain and ecstasy.

Li Jiayin embraced her from behind, kneading the trembling twin peaks with one hand, another diving into the coupled area, her fingers teasing the swelling flower bud.

“Sis… sister…” Zhao Ying’er’s voice was disjointed, her honey cave pulsating frantically.

She felt the large object growing inside her, almost tearing her apart.

Li Jiayin chuckled lightly, her red lips brushing Zhao Ying’er’s earlobe: “Let sister take over…” she guided Xu Wendong’s hand to her waist, and with a delicate waist drop, engulfed the furious dragon entirely.

“Mm—” Li Jiayin tilted her head, releasing a long, lascivious moan.

She began to crazily twist her waist, the snow-white waves carving an obscene arc under the moonlight.

Zhao Ying’er pressed from behind, holding the bouncing jade breasts with both hands, her fingers wickedly scratching the erect rosebuds.

Their entwined snow-white bodies overlapped atop Xu Wendong, the ups and downs of breaths echoing within the room.

The incense smoke grew thicker, mingling with the women’s fragrance and the scent of desire, painting the entire room into further indulgence…