Erniu carried Chen Mei back to his medical room and settled her on the hospital bed.
At that time, two young nurses, Zhen Shuang and Wang Tingting, hurried over to see what was going on.
But upon seeing the strangely dressed middle-aged beauty, Zhen Shuang joked, "Master, since when have you acquired a taste for this sort?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhen Shuang noticed that Erniu's face looked rather grim and felt a pang of worry, quickly closing her mouth.
Erniu didn't take Zhen Shuang's words to heart; after all, what could a young girl like her understand.
Like his auntie Wang Yuhua, and the Real Golden Wind from Suxin Hall, women of this age, mature and voluptuous, brimmed with a mature woman's charm in every word and gesture.
Even their company was exceptionally satisfying.
Compared to budding flowers like Zhen Shuang and Wang Tingting, women like Chen Mei were more akin to ripe, tempting fruit, not only delicious but also soothing to a man's thirst.