"Little Shan, put some muscle into it!"
In the middle of the day, from the health room of White Dragon Village, came bursts of shouting. Dıscover more novels at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁
A woman in her thirties, wearing a plaid long skirt, was lying on a sickbed, while the village's health doctor, Zhang Xiaoshan, was giving her a massage treatment.
"Auntie, keep your voice down, if someone hears us, they might think we are up to no good!" the young and handsome Zhang Xiaoshan said somewhat embarrassed.
"Hehehe, I'm a woman and not afraid, what's a big man like you afraid of?"
The woman twisted her head to look at Zhang Xiaoshan, smiled slightly, revealing two charming dimples, and spoke coquettishly.
"So many men in the village want to take advantage of me, don't you want to have something happen with me?"
The woman, named Luo Meili, had a husband who was in the mountain goods business, leaving her well-off, albeit tragically widowed five years ago due to a traffic accident, leaving her alone but fortunate enough to inherit a significant estate in the economically challenged White Dragon Village, making her somewhat of a local wealthy widow.
Luo Meili's figure and appearance were top-notch, especially her dark, bright eyes that held a captivating charm.
Zhang Xiaoshan and Luo Meili just exchanged one look before he started to feel nervous and panicky, fearing he might lose control and make a big mistake, he hurriedly turned away.
"Auntie, stop teasing me, I wouldn't dare to have designs on you. Let's call it a day for today's treatment, please get dressed, I'll wait for you outside."
The health room in White Dragon Village was a suite; inside was the treatment area, and outside was the pharmacy where Zhang Xiaoshan fled.
"Hehe, this lad is quite cute."
Luo Meili chuckled, got up from the bed, and straightened her clothes.
Then, she too stepped outside.
"Hehe, Little Shan, your massage technique is truly amazing. Lately, my chest always feels so stifled, could you find a way to treat me?"
As she spoke, Luo Meili grabbed Zhang Xiaoshan's hand and began to press it against her chest.
Scared, Zhang Xiaoshan quickly withdrew his hand, his cheeks flushing as he spoke.
"Okay, Auntie, let's save it for another day. Today I have arranged to meet Little Ru, I have to, need to close up now."
"You've got a meeting with Little Ru?"
Wu Xiaoru was Zhang Xiaoshan's childhood sweetheart and fiancée; they were already engaged, and Wu Xiaoru was also the niece of Luo Meili's deceased husband from the same family.
Luo Meili seemed to remember something, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said to Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Little Shan, I've heard some gossip from the Wu family recently, it seems they are considering breaking the engagement and marrying Little Ru off to a wealthy family in town."
"How could that be possible?"
Zhang Xiaoshan thought Luo Meili was teasing him and immediately spoke.
"Little Ru and I are childhood sweethearts; she has also said she would marry no one but me, and we are already engaged. She won't betray me, I trust her."
Zhang Xiaoshan spoke seriously, which made Luo Meili feel even more convinced about him, wanting to help him further, so she continued.
"Little Shan, I admit that Little Ru has feelings for you, but getting married is not something she can decide by herself. You know what kind of person her mother is, it wouldn't be surprising if she actually does such a thing. I would advise you to be careful."
There was a hint of anxiety in Zhang Xiaoshan's heart.
"Alright, you go ahead, I'm leaving."
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan's worried look, Luo Meili tactfully decided to leave.
Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned around.
"By the way, you naughty boy, you and Little Ru aren't married yet, I'm only six or seven years older than you, you can't call me auntie anymore, it makes me sound so old, call me 'sister'."
"And, come over to my house tonight, give me a proper massage, don't stand me up."
As she spoke, she even slapped Zhang Xiaoshan on the buttocks before she finally left.
"This woman really is a handful."
As Zhang Xiaoshan watched Luo Meili's swaying figure leaving, he felt stirred and couldn't help but think of his fiancée, Wu Xiaoru.
He took off his white coat, locked the health room door, and hurried towards the edge of the village.
Soon, Zhang Xiaoshan arrived at a small temple.
Inside the temple, instead of ancestral tablets, there was a White Dragon Mural.
In the village, there had always been a legend that many years ago, a White Dragon fell from the sky, with its body turning into the land, its claws into mountains and hillocks, and its blood into rivers, nourishing and protecting the villagers. To thank the White Dragon, the ancestors built this temple, which had been guarded and revered through generations.
Zhang Xiaoshan and Wu Xiaoru usually met secretly here.
As time passed, Zhang Xiaoshan became increasingly anxious.
"Could it be that Little Ru isn't coming?"
Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside, and a young girl in a white short-sleeve shirt and light-blue jeans entered.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately ran over joyously.
But before he could embrace Wu Xiaoru, a young man who suddenly appeared by her side, pushed him away.
The man roughly scolded Zhang Xiaoshan.