The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Wu Song once again used his X-ray Vision, and saw a red, round object nestled deep beneath the black hair—indeed, it was a vibrating egg. At that moment, it was tucked in Qin Qingxia’s little hole, gently trembling as honey-like liquid seeped out, quickly absorbed by the panty liner.

Yet, Qin Qingxia’s face showed no signs of anything unusual.

Calm and composed, exuding an imposing aura.

Still the unassailable Village Chief Qin.

Wu Song withdrew his gaze, but the tent in his pants almost stood up.

"Ahem, ahem..."

Suddenly, a young woman holding a Persian cat coughed, reminding Wu Song with eyes that warned him.

Wu Song redirected his gaze from Qin Wushuang’s neckline, smiling slightly, "I wonder what Village Chief Qin thinks?"

Qin Wushuang glanced at Wu Song in surprise. After all, the men in the village, including the heads of various villages, while their eyes were filled with lust upon seeing her, quickly lowered their gaze, not daring to stare at her.

This little veterinarian sure is bold.

"Sure, go ahead and treat it first." Qin Qingxia, curious, looked at Wu Song, nodding to agree to Wu Song’s suggestion.

Wu Song nodded, turning to the young woman holding the Persian cat, saying, "Give me the cat."

The young woman shook her head, "No way, if I give it to you, it’ll scratch you. It has to be in my arms for it to behave."

"This is a male cat, isn’t it?" Wu Song teased with a glance at the Persian cat.

"How do you know?" The young, pretty girl asked Wu Song in surprise.

"Because it’s a pervert, haha," Wu Song laughed loudly.

The young girl suddenly understood, feeling a bit embarrassed and angry, glaring at Wu Song, "You..."

She never imagined someone would dare make such a joke in front of Qin Qingxia.

Qin Wushuang gave Wu Song a glance, somewhat imploringly looking at Qin Qingxia.

Yet, Qin Qingxia seemed as if she hadn’t heard, only watching Wu Song with even more interest.

Wu Song smirked, reaching out to grab the Persian cat.

Qin Wushuang quickly dodged, but she moved slower, still allowing Wu Song to easily catch the Persian cat.

She was shocked to find that the Persian cat, which usually bared its teeth at the approach of others, surprisingly behaved submissively, lowering its head and squinting quietly.

Wu Song reached out to take the Persian cat, but Qin Wushuang instinctively pulled back, inadvertently drawing Wu Song’s hand into her bosom.

Her tender and perky breasts sandwiched Wu Song’s hand, soft and bouncy, causing his heart to flutter.

Wu Song cast an amorous glance at Qin Wushuang, "What’s the meaning of this? If you don’t give it to me, how can I check your cat?"

Qin Wushuang flushed with embarrassment, her cheeks rosy, glaring at Wu Song, before tossing the Persian cat at him in apparent anger.

Obviously, she was somewhat angry.

Wu Song chuckled softly, unconcerned, and began to stroke the cat.

At the same time, he infused a thread of True Qi into the Persian cat, quickly restoring its drooping form to normal.

Qin Qingxia and Qin Wushuang looked on in amazement.

"That’s it? Just a few strokes?" Qin Wushuang exclaimed in astonishment.

"If a few strokes don’t work, what will?" Wu Song chuckled.

"You... you rogue!" Qin Wushuang glared at Wu Song, both embarrassed and annoyed.

Wu Song laughed, "How am I a rogue? You’re the one with the twisted thoughts, young lady."

"You’re the one who’s twisted! Where am I wrong?! Clearly, you’re the rogue!" Qin Wushuang accused Wu Song angrily.

"Okay, then tell me where I acted like a rogue," Wu Song teased, looking at Qin Wushuang.

Qin Wushuang stared angrily at Wu Song, momentarily at a loss for words.

"You, you’re just a rogue!" Qin Wushuang could only come up with this accusation.

Wu Song couldn’t help but laugh, "Are you okay? You accuse me of being a rogue but can’t explain how. Are you gonna bite me now? What’s the rationale behind that?"

Qin Wushuang felt aggrieved, her eyes turning red, quickly looking to Qin Qingxia, "Aunt, he’s bullying me!"

Aunt?

Wu Song looked at Qin Qingxia in surprise.

The beauty with an egg-shaped face is her aunt?

Qin Qingxia glanced at Wu Song with a teasing smile, "Were you teasing my Wushuang just now?"

Wu Song immediately shrugged with a smile, "Village Chief Qin, you witnessed the whole thing. Where was I teasing? Wasn’t I just going along with what she was saying?"

"Really? Then tell me, what does ’stroking’ mean?" Qin Qingxia glanced meaningfully at Wu Song.

Wu Song squinted at Qin Qingxia, then looked at Qin Wushuang, "Whatever she meant, that’s what I meant."

"I was just stroking the cat." Qin Wushuang quickly explained.

"I was also stroking the cat." Wu Song immediately shrugged.

"You, you’re not, you’re stroking that," Qin Wushuang seethed with embarrassment, glaring at Wu Song.

"Stroking that? Stroking what?" Wu Song looked at Qin Wushuang bewilderedly, "I was clearly stroking your cat, smoothing its fur, stroking it properly. What else did I do?"

Qin Wushuang began to cry in frustration, clinging to Qin Qingxia, "Aunt, listen to him, he’s still teasing me."

Wu Song immediately shouted his innocence, "Village Chief Qin, I swear I’m not! Everything I said was the truth. You saw it too; doesn’t your cat look better now?"

As he spoke, Wu Song tossed the Persian cat back to them.

The once lethargic Persian cat was indeed now spry and lively, showing no signs of illness.

Qin Qingxia instantly caught the Persian cat, stroking it, laughing, "Not bad, not bad, your technique is indeed impressive. Come on, there’s another pet issue at my house. Why don’t you come with me?"

Wu Song hesitated, "There’s more?"

Qin Qingxia smiled, nodding, handing the Persian cat to Qin Wushuang, and stood up, swayingly walking out.

Her plump, firm hips were truly enticing.

Wu Song immediately activated his X-ray Vision, looking through Qin Qingxia’s pants and underwear, seeing the fleshy secret hidden between her legs, covered by dense black hair, with the red vibro-egg nestled in her little hole, still gently vibrating, yet it didn’t hinder Qin Qingxia from striding out calmly.

Wu Song couldn’t help but want to give a thumbs-up.

Truly, a village chief with such composure.

But, what fell into Qin Wushuang’s eyes was Wu Song peeking at Qin Qingxia’s derrière.

Qin Wushuang furiously chastised Wu Song, "What are you looking at?"

Wu Song retracted his gaze, glancing at Qin Wushuang, "What do you think I’m looking at?"

"Hmph!"

Qin Wushuang glared at Wu Song, angrily chasing after Qin Qingxia, while whispering complaints, "That rogue vet just peeked at your butt."

Qin Qingxia’s heart fluttered, her little hole instinctively clenched, almost dislodging the vibro-egg, but she simply smiled faintly, "Oh, really?"

Qin Wushuang quickly nodded, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Mm." Qin Qingxia smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned.

"Aunt, aren’t you going to scold him?" Qin Wushuang urgently asked.

"What? Are you never going out again? Once you step out, plenty of people will stare at you, looking at every part of you. Are you going to pick a fight with all of them?" Qin Qingxia’s words rendered Qin Wushuang speechless, leaving her unable to argue back.

"Go start the car, let Wu Song come with us," Qin Qingxia instructed Qin Wushuang.

Director Liu and Wu Dalin quickly greeted Qin Qingxia with enthusiasm and flattery.

Qin Qingxia instructed them to go home.

Wu Dalin and Liu Jianshe were a little stunned, then watched Wu Song follow Qin Qingxia into her car and depart together.

Utterly bewildered, their frustration almost causing internal injury.

Wu Song gave them a mocking glance before getting into Qin Qingxia’s car, where a tantalizing fragrance immediately enveloped him—the scent of Qin Qingxia.

Wu Song and Qin Qingxia sat together in the back seat.

There was originally a seat separating them.

Yet, Qin Qingxia sat in the middle seat, and Wu Song, sitting down, found their bodies nearly touching, their legs almost brushing against each other.

Wu Song’s heart was pounding; he knew clearly that at this moment, Qin Qingxia’s little hole housed a vibro-egg, and by sitting so closely and deliberately near him, what could she mean?

Wu Song’s heart surged with heat, causing the tent in his pants to grow restless, the bulge eager to rise.

Suddenly, Qin Qingxia’s hand reached over, resting on Wu Song’s thigh, gently stroking, "Little Wu, aren’t you too bold? Do your parents know?"

Wu Song’s heart tightened, unable to hold back, the bulge in his pants rising swiftly.

Touching his thigh, Qin Qingxia suddenly paused, then widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at the bulge in Wu Song’s pants.