The young body was brimming with vitality.
Not to mention, Li Ya, who was according to the rural reckoning just eighteen, boasted remarkably good looks, and was at an age of blossoming beauty.
This was something Zhang Xiaoshan found incomparable to any woman he had ever encountered.
Her skin was as smooth as jade, Luo Meili, and Jia Lanhua, although well-maintained, were showing their ages. Their attraction to Zhang Xiaoshan came from a mature charm. Li Ya, however, was different. The impression she and women like Luo Meili gave was completely different, diametrically opposed. She was pure, like a snowflake that was falling from the sky and had not yet withered, untouched by even a speck of dust.
What man wouldn't want a woman who was entirely, wholly his own?
Biologically driven, Zhang Xiaoshan was tempted by that young body, but he was more aware that he was a healer, and his duty at that moment was to cure and save lives.
