The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Fight against Pornography!

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Huang Xiaolong, burning with a heart full of ardor, walked into the hotel with his wife, Song Yuru.

The front desk was manned by a middle-aged man with lewd features, engrossed in his phone, watching something. Faintly, phrases not of their own language could be heard, “Yametode,” “Comor,” “Ikuyo”…

“Renting a room?” Huang Xiaolong stammered as he and the bashful Song Yuru entered. The sleazy man looked up, and in an instant, he was dazzled by the sight of Song Yuru!

Beautiful!

Busty!

Long legs!

Slim waist!

An innocent allure, spiced with a puff of shyness!

A stunner!

Absolute stunner!

‘Holy moly! A college girl from the neighboring university, eh? She could even be the university flower! These types of girls should be taken to presidential suites in five-star hotels. What on earth is she doing here in my shabby hotel that only costs 50 yuan for a night?’ he thought.

In stark contrast, the sight of Huang Xiaolong spurred an urge within him to pick a fight, albeit involuntarily.

A bumpkin!

Typical bumpkin attire!

Clothes patched up and shoes caked with mud!

Are you kidding me?

The university flower sharing a room with a bumpkin?

Of course, the sleazy man only entertained the thought. He dared not actually violence upon Huang Xiaolong.

He sighed inwardly, thinking ‘What a waste, a fine cabbage ravaged by a pig!’

“Little Long, do you have your ID?” Song Yuru suddenly remembered that they needed identification to book a room.

“ID? But honey, I don’t have an ID,” Huang Xiaolong replied, surprised.

“Um… without an ID, we can’t book a room,” Song Yuru whispered.

“Oh, honey, what about your ID?” asked Huang Xiaolong.

“Do you see anywhere on me that I could store an ID?” Song Yuru replied, a bit irked.

“Ahem… You two, there’s no need for an ID to book a room here. Just sign in and you’re good to go,” The sleazy man, who had been eavesdropping on Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru’s conversation, butted in with a smirk.

Huang Xiaolong went over to register and paid 50 yuan for the room.

“My friend, we also offer condoms and lubricant here. Would you like some?” the sleazy man winked at Huang Xiaolong.

“Little Long, ignore him. We don’t need any of those disgusting things.” Song Yuru hastily pulled Huang Xiaolong away and headed upstairs to their room.

“Tsk, tsk. Young people these days, they put their bodies at risk. What’s going to happen if something goes wrong?” the sleazy man lamented shaking his head, but his voice betrayed a hint of envy.

Third floor, room 301.

Before they entered the room, Song Yuru reiterated, “Little Long, listen here… tonight… I sleep on the bed, you… on the sofa… No funny business…”

As a virgin, Song Yuru had already pushed herself beyond her limits sharing a room with Huang Xiaolong. She wasn’t mentally prepared for anything more.

But as long as nothing intimate happened, she was okay with Huang Xiaolong pushing her boundaries a little.

“Alright, honey. If you don’t want to, we won’t.” Huang Xiaolong was all smiles.

“Damn it! That’s vulgar! You’re a big pervert!” Song Yuru chided him.

Huang Xiaolong completely ignored Song Yuru’s warning.

The biggest lie a man can tell is, “I’ll just cuddle you and do nothing else.” An even bigger lie is, “I’ll just rub on the outside, I promise I won’t go in.”

Throughout the long night, Huang Xiaolong was confident that his sincerity and simplicity as a country boy would win over his wife.

They entered the room.

To Song Yuru’s dismay… the room was tiny, with just enough space for a bed…

and no sofa.

But a 50 yuan per night hotel? Can’t demand much from that.

Song Yuru was a bit worried. One bed, two people sleeping on it… Who knew what could happen…

Huang Xiaolong closed the door.

“Little Long, I’m really tired, I’m going to take a shower,” Song Yuru said, her face turning red.

“Alright,” Huang Xiaolong smiled.

Everything was heading in a decidedly promising direction…

Song Yuru rushed into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of splashing water filled the room.

The hotel’s bathroom was fitted with a glass door.

Under the glow of the lights, the silhouette of a young girl could be faintly seen behind the glass.

Huang Xiaolong sneaked up to the bathroom door, his eyes unblinking as he admired the beautiful sight through the glass door.

Just then…

Song Yuru inside the bathroom, let out a shrill scream!

She seemed to be utterly terrified!

“Big wife, what happened to you?!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Huang Xiaolong pushed open the bathroom door and rushed in.

The bathroom was filled with steam…

Song Yuru’s body, perfect as a white jade statue…

Sheathed in the hazy mists…

So beautiful, it was like a dream!

At this moment, she wrapped her arms around herself, whimpering. “Little

Long…a mouse! There’s a mouse in the bathroom!”

“Don’t be scared, big wife, a mouse is nothing. I’m here, you don’t have to be scared of even a tiger!” Huang Xiaolong swallowed, noble in his cause.

“Uh… Little Long, get out! Get out of here now!” It took Song Yuru a moment to react.

Too late… he had already seen it all.

Poor baby, oh, the bitterness in her heart!

“Big wife, wasn’t there a mouse? If I leave, what if the mouse comes to bully you again?” Huang Xiaolong said seriously. “Don’t worry, big wife, I promise I won’t peek. I’ll just turn around, okay?”

“No! Little Long, you always bully me, so I won’t bathe anymore.” Feeling wronged, Song Yuru quickly wrapped a bath towel around her body and ran out of the bathroom and into the bedroom onto the bed.

“Big wife… I…” Huang Xiaolong also tried to take the opportunity to get on the bed.

“Little Long, what are you doing?” Song Yuru asked suspiciously.

“Nothing!” Huang Xiaolong replied excitedly.

“No…no way! Little Long, you…you…can’t get on the bed, I’m afraid that you…

you won’t be able to resist…and you’ll try to have…with me…” Song Yuru pleaded pathetically.

“Oh… okay then, big wife, you go to sleep.” Huang Xiaolong said pathetically. He then leaned against the wall, standing still.

“Uh…Little Long, what are you…what are you doing?” Song Yuru asked in confusion.

“Big wife, you just go to sleep. You have class tomorrow. Don’t worry about me.” Huang Xiaolong didn’t move an inch.

“Oh…then I’m going to sleep.” Song Yuru replied and then lied down.

Five minutes later.

“Little Long… you’ll be so tired if you stay standing like this all night… you…

you… you can come up… but you…you can’t take advantage of me, understand? If you do, I’ll kick you off the bed.” Song Yuru whispered.

“Okay! Big wife, I promise, I’ll just hold you and sleep, and won’t do anything!” Huang Xiaolong responded enthusiastically, bounced onto the bed, and hugged Song Yuru.

Song Yuru realized that she had been tricked. “Damn! Little Long, you pretended to be pitiful! I’m not talking to you anymore!”

Under the bedside lamp, Song Yuru’s face was as beautiful as a flower…

“Big wife, you’re so beautiful.” Huang Xiaolong admitted from the bottom of his heart.

Women love to hear praise, especially when it comes from a man they love.

Feeling flattered, Song Yuru puckered up her cute little mouth.       there are plenty of beautiful girls out there, Little Long. With your capabilities, I’m

sure you’ll be fickle.”

“But you’re my big wife, you’re the greatest, we are meant to be together. We will get married, have kids and lead a happy life.” Huang Xiaolong responded lightly.

He planned to marry many attractive women like Song Yuru.

Since childhood, Huang Xiaolong did not think this was wrong. The ghosts in hell, who were powerful men on earth, told Huang Xiaolong that a successful man would have many wives. He would rule over the world and get drunk on the knees of beautiful women.

Huang Xiaolong liked to think of himself as the best there was, thus it was only natural for him to have many wives.

“Little Long… don’t… don’t bully me in the future, okay? Be nice to me, love me, protect me…” This was the first time Song Yuru had shared a bed with a man, especially one she had feelings for. Overwhelmed by Huang Xiaolong’s scent, she was a little lost, and whispered endearingly.

“Hmm!” Huang Xiaolong quickly agreed and then, he moved towards Song

Yuru’s small mouth to kiss her.

Suddenly!

Bang! ! ! ! ! !

The door to the room was kicked open, even the door lock was broken!

“Police raid! Show your IDs! Squat down in the corner!”

A young and stern female voice rang out.

Then, a policewoman dashed into the room.

Huang Xiaolong looked up and was slightly stunned…

That policewoman, she was too, too… damn mighty!

In an instant, a song sprung to Huang Xiaolong’s mind – ” ..the galloping horse, as swift as the wind… .