How do you want to go deeper?

After a while, the vehicle's door was locked from the inside, and the curtains were drawn over the windows.

What Shen Ye had expected never happened.

Because Song Shiya's technique was extremely crude.

Yes, in the literal sense.

Shen Ye stared at her pretty, flushed face, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Meanwhile, Song Shiya looked at the results on the floor, her entire face burning. Her earlier professional demeanor had vanished completely.

All that remained was a woman's bashful embarrassment.

To her, this really was much the same as treating a patient.

But she was still a woman with no sexual experience. At the sight of that long spear, she had been unable to stop her heart from racing or her cheeks from burning.

"That should do it, right?"

She turned her head, unable to meet Shen Ye's eyes. None of her earlier composure remained.

At her question, Shen Ye actually checked how he felt.

The burning sensation lurking inside him had indeed subsided considerably.

And throughout the entire manual treatment, he hadn't experienced that dazed sensation again.

Unexpectedly, through a strange twist of circumstances, Song Shiya had actually found a solution.

Shen Ye had originally planned to make another deal with Lin Wanqiu to see whether it would resolve the side effects.

He hadn't expected Song Shiya to volunteer.

The process had been unexpected, but the result was right.

Yet as he looked at Song Shiya's pretty face, a wicked thought stirred in his mind.

Suddenly, he didn't want to tell her the truth. He wanted to see what she would do.

Besides, if he didn't get a taste of her little delicacy today, he probably wouldn't have another chance anytime soon.

After all, calling the present atmosphere a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would hardly be an exaggeration.

"It seems to have helped a little, but it hasn't completely solved the problem."

That answer left Song Shiya even more flustered.

"Then... what should we do?"

She lowered her head, not quite daring to look him in the eye.

Seeing her like this only encouraged the wicked thought in Shen Ye's mind.

"It wasn't useless. At least we're on the right track. It's just... we might need to take the process a little deeper."

"Huh?" Startled, Song Shiya abruptly raised her head, only to find Shen Ye wearing a mischievous grin.

She wasn't some innocent little flower. Of course she knew what Shen Ye wanted.

But doing that sort of thing...

She gazed at Shen Ye's handsome face, with its hint of wickedness.

The original owner of Shen Ye's body had been an acting student, and his looks were undeniably outstanding.

On top of that, his genes had changed and improved after his sequence awakened, making him even more attractive than before.

A man and a woman alone together, so close to each other, with his suggestive words hanging between them.

Her heart couldn't help fluttering.

As the saying went, men loved pretty women, and women loved handsome men.

Even a goddess-like beauty such as Song Shiya was no exception.

Besides, women were drawn to strength, all the more so in this apocalyptic world.

The formidable fighting prowess Shen Ye had repeatedly displayed before her, and the many times he had rescued her from danger.

Those things had long since planted a seed of attraction in her heart.

And now, under these circumstances, that seed quietly began taking root and sprouting.

"How... how do you want to go deeper?" As she spoke, Song Shiya involuntarily took half a step back.

Clearly, she was asking a question whose answer she already knew.

But her mind was such a mess that she couldn't think as calmly as she usually did.

"What do you think?" Shen Ye asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Song Shiya chose to keep playing dumb, hoping to get out of it that way.

But Shen Ye brought his face close again. "How could you not know?"

"Besides, you said it yourself just now. You're the doctor, and I'm the patient."

"Shouldn't you, as my doctor, take responsibility for me until the treatment is finished?"

With that, Shen Ye gave her no chance to react.

He caught her soft, delicate wrist in one hand and tugged gently, sending Song Shiya stumbling helplessly into his arms.

Shen Ye was bare-chested, and when she raised her hand, she immediately felt the firmness of the sharply defined muscles above his lower abdomen.

The masculine scent radiating from his body kept stirring every nerve in her.

Her heart beat faster and faster, until she almost thought she could hear it herself.

Her mind was a complete jumble now. She couldn't begin to think how to resist.

Or perhaps, subconsciously, she had never wanted to resist. There was even a faint flicker of anticipation.

They stared into each other's eyes, their faces so close they could feel each other's breath.

And Shen Ye's words still lingered in her ears.

So she repeated silently to herself, He's the patient, and I'm the doctor. We're only treating an illness.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes, as though surrendering-or silently allowing him to continue.

Shen Ye was experienced at this. With things having reached this point, hesitating any longer would hardly make him a man.

He glanced at her soft, enticing pink lips, then kissed her.

That warm, tender touch sent an explosion through Song Shiya's mind, leaving it utterly blank.

Her body went limp as though an electric shock had passed through her.

Outside the windows, daylight had fully broken, and vehicles stood parked along the roadside.

The RV at the very front occasionally rocked so faintly that it was barely visible, accompanied by soft, breathless sounds.

Only after a little over an hour did the RV stop rocking.

The space extending five meters in front of and behind the RV seemed to be an unspoken restricted zone.

Unless something important came up, the other members of the Dawn Convoy didn't dare approach, much less face a killing machine like Shen Ye.

And so, apart from the two people involved, no one knew what had happened inside.

On the double bed, Song Shiya lay curled in Shen Ye's arms.

Sweat had soaked the wisps of hair across her forehead, leaving them slightly disheveled.

A long time passed before she finally asked, "It should be better this time, right?"

Her voice was very quiet, her breathing weak. Clearly, their earlier exertions had taken quite a toll on her.

Shen Ye rested his right hand on her forearm and gently rubbed it. "Yes. It's completely better now."

At that, Song Shiya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared with their earlier frenzy, she seemed more afraid of seeing Shen Ye lose control.

And as a doctor, she understood a man's needs in that regard quite well.

As for having given away her first time in such a bewildering fashion, she didn't particularly regret it.

Once she had recovered a little strength, she got up and took a shower.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Shen Ye was holding a steaming bowl of instant noodles.

Besides noodles, the red, oily broth contained several sausages and a packaged braised chicken drumstick.

The RV had lost power long ago. Shen Ye had gone outside and bartered for hot water with a family who were cooking.

As the aroma drifted over, Song Shiya couldn't help swallowing.

"Eat." As he spoke, Shen Ye handed her the bowl of braised-beef-flavored noodles loaded with sausages.

Song Shiya was already ravenous and instinctively reached out to take it.

Only after taking a mouthful of noodles did she look toward Shen Ye, who was smoking in the passenger seat.

"Aren't you eating?"

Shen Ye gave her a wry smile. "I ate so many compressed biscuits earlier that I can't eat another thing now."

At that, Song Shiya couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

She nearly sprayed noodles into his face.

"Serves you right!"