The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Chapter 106

Qin Wushuang looked at Wu Song in astonishment.

She felt that something wasn’t quite right, but it also kind of made sense.

Because through this communication, she found that her heart function seemed to have improved a lot.

If it wasn’t because Wu Song slept with her, then what was it?

But to say that doing this could cure diseases, especially heart disease, seemed utterly ridiculous to her.

Yet the facts were right in front of her, and she didn’t know how to refute them.

Wu Song nudged her again and laughed, "Do you agree with what I said?"

Qin Wushuang’s small mouth moved, and she could only nod.

Wu Song laughed, held Qin Wushuang’s small butt, and started thrusting in and out.

"Oh, Brother Song, stop it, I really can’t take it anymore!" Qin Wushuang panicked and begged for mercy.

Although it didn’t hurt anymore, and actually felt quite good, she felt that if Wu Song continued, she would be utterly exhausted.

Qin Wushuang quickly clenched her butt and pushed against Wu Song’s abdomen with her hand to stop him.

Wu Song also finished at this point, and the Yin Qi was absorbed, so it was okay to stop now.

Besides, Qin Qingxia had been waiting in the car for so long, and he had been with Qin Wushuang for quite a while too, it was enough.

Reluctantly, Wu Song withdrew from Qin Wushuang’s small slit.

Pop.

The small slit made a sound.

Wu Qing’s flushed tip left the battlefield.

But not without bringing along a lot of honey and white liquid.

Which ran from Qin Wushuang’s small slit down to the abalone and black hair, leaving a mess.

Qin Wushuang, nearly collapsing, held on to the front of the car to steady herself, then slowly crouched down to squeeze out the contents of the small hole, washing it away with a stream of urine.

After urinating, she shook her hips a few times, took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe her private parts, and then found Wu Song’s discarded pants and panties to put on.

With soft legs, she walked to the car.

"Brother Song, get in." Qin Wushuang beckoned Wu Song to board.

Wu Song laughed, "Everything that needed to be done is done. You guys head back; I’ll return by myself."

Qin Qingxia in the car spoke up, "That’s not proper, it’s so late and we’re making you work so long, come on, let’s go to the village, I’ll get the kitchen to prepare a meal, let’s eat together."

Qin Wushuang smiled and invited Wu Song.

Wu Song was no longer polite, hopped in the car, and sat next to Qin Qingxia.

Qin Qingxia was holding a Persian cat, one hand focused on handling matters on her phone, while the other hand was constantly petting the Persian cat.

She glanced at Wu Song and smiled, "You sit first, let me handle something."

Wu Song nodded indifferently, "Village Chief Qin, do your thing, I’m fine."

"Oh, don’t call me village chief, it’s too formal, just call me sister, Sister Xia, or Sister Qingxia." Qin Qingxia smiled sweetly at Wu Song, her hand that was stroking the cat started exploring Wu Song’s thigh, no longer petting the Persian cat, but Wu Song’s thigh instead.

Wu Song’s leg was tingling and numbing from all the stroking, almost making his weapon stand up again.

The Persian cat, lying in Qin Qingxia’s arms, gave Wu Song a respectful glance, not daring to make a sound.

Wu Song gave a wicked smile at the Persian cat.

Long ago, Wu Song was known for fighting tigers.

If the Persian cat dared to bare its teeth today, Wu Song would neuter it.

Hmm, Qin Qingxia’s Persian cat was a male cat.

Very mischievous.

Qin Qingxia was stroking Wu Song’s thigh, and as she stroked, she reached Wu Song’s crotch and began to rub his sturdy weapon.

Just a few moves, and Wu Song’s mighty weapon stood hard, pitching a tent in his pants.

Qin Qingxia smiled enticingly, glanced at it, then reached over, unzipped Wu Song’s pants, and pulled aside his underwear, allowing the weapon to spring free.

Qin Qingxia chuckled joyfully, her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showing a fiery gleam, but quickly she returned her focus to her phone, continuing to work, yet her hand held Wu Song’s weapon, beginning to stroke it.

Her movements were skillful and agile, yet very gentle, paired with her warm, plump little hand, it truly felt wonderful.

Wu Song leaned back in his seat, squinting his eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

Soon, Wu Song’s weapon began to exude crystalline honeydew.

Qin Qingxia skillfully rubbed it open with her palm, polishing the tip.

Wu Song gasped with delight.

Although it wasn’t as pleasurable as using Qin Qingxia and Qin Wushuang’s small slits.

But it was second only to the little mouth.

Moreover, under such circumstances, it was already rare for Qin Qingxia to comfort Wu Song with her small hand.

Why demand more?

After all, Village Chief Qin, while busy with work, was also comforting his weapon, she was doing all she could.

Meanwhile, Wu Song grabbed the Persian cat to pet it.

Qin Wushuang drove all the way to the village and had already notified the restaurant in advance to prepare dinner, which would also count as a late-night snack.

Dinner time was of course already over.

Most of the restaurant’s chefs had already gone off-duty.

But upon the village chief’s request, the restaurant manager immediately had the chefs work overtime to prepare a sumptuous and delicious late-night meal, delivered to the small private room.

In the village restaurant, there were two private rooms, one for the secretary and one for the village chief.

Others, like the deputy village chief, secretary, and others did not have one, they had to find another place to eat.

The car pulled into the village, and Wu Song and Qin Qingxia finished their activities.

Getting off, they walked into the restaurant.

The manager immediately came to greet them at the door.

Seeing Qin Qingxia, he immediately stepped forward to welcome her, "Village chief, the meals have been prepared for you and placed in your private room."

Qin Qingxia smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Old Sun."

Sun Jianjun quickly shook his head with a smile, "Not at all, just doing my duty."

Sun Jianjun led Qin Qingxia to the door of the private room, respectfully saw them in, and then turned around not far away, playing on his phone, but frequently glanced at the private room, ready for any command.

But in his mind, he was thinking about who this Wu Song was.

He didn’t know Wu Song.

Quite curious, so late at night, Qin Qingxia bringing Qin Wushuang made sense, since everyone knew about Qin Wushuang and Qin Qingxia’s relationship in the village.

But who exactly was this suddenly appearing Wu Song?

"Need to find someone to dig deeper." Sun Jianjun made up his mind.

Meanwhile, in the private room, indeed, a magnificent meal was prepared.

Eight dishes.

Four meat and four vegetarian.

Qin Qingxia invited Wu Song to sit down and eat.

But neither she nor Qin Wushuang ate much, for one, they ate less at night, for another, they didn’t have a big appetite, and had already had dinner.

Wu Song, although he had eaten with Han Yuxue and Lin Yingying, had a tremendous appetite after his training, leaving nothing remaining.

Qin Qingxia and Qin Wushuang were left open-mouthed in amazement at Wu Song’s appetite.

"Impressive, impressive, such an appetite, a real man!" Qin Qingxia praised with a thumbs-up, "No wonder you’re so vigorous."

Qin Wushuang was also gazing at Wu Song with her eyes in a daze, somewhat understanding why Wu Song’s weapon was so formidable.

Wu Song smiled, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "If there’s nothing else planned, I’ll head back now."

Qin Qingxia nodded with a smile, "Thanks for your hard work today, Wu Song."

Then she turned to Qin Wushuang and said, "Drive Wu Song back, and make sure to get his contact information."

Qin Wushuang nodded with a smile.

The three of them stood up and left.

Sun Jianjun quickly came to meet them, asking questions all the while.

Qin Qingxia praised Sun Jianjun a few times, then walked out of the restaurant, letting Wu Song and Qin Wushuang drive away.

Wu Song sat in the passenger seat, his hand restlessly caressing Qin Wushuang’s thigh.

His hand moved as he fondled and reached her inner thigh, even through the pants, he could feel the plump, soft abalone clearly,

Wu Song’s weapon almost instantly stood up again.

Qin Wushuang’s cheeks flushed, and her eyes gazed dreamily at Wu Song, clamping her legs to prevent Wu Song from roaming further.

"Stop it, if you keep touching, we’ll end up in the ditch!"