The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Chapter 12

But obviously, he could only think about it and let it go.

Su Guizhi’s house quickly arrived.

Wu Song was led into the cowshed.

Wu Song saw an old yellow cow lying on the ground in pain.

The cow’s backside was greatly torn, oozing various fluids mixed with blood, yet the calf’s head was nowhere to be seen.

Wu Song reached out and touched the cow’s belly, nodding, "It’s indeed a breech delivery, and the calf’s legs are spread, blocking the birth canal."

"What should we do?" Su Guizhi was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Her husband works away from home for years, never sending money back. She’s alone at home, also raising a four or five-year-old daughter, and this cow is her vital economic source.

If she can’t handle the difficult birth, not only will the calf not grow to be sold, but the old cow will also perish.

The loss would be too great.

She can’t bear it at all.

Wu Song glanced at Su Guizhi.

Su Guizhi bent over very close, her loose nightgown gaping open, revealing two pepper-shaped breasts, snow-white and alluring, with two pink Acacia Red Beans fully exposed.

Wu Song’s heart fluttered, wanting to reach out and play.

"Don’t worry, I’ll help it adjust the fetal position." Wu Song comforted Su Guizhi, then took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body.

Watching the scene, Su Guizhi, who had been in a drought for a long time, was stunned, a rush of heat spreading in her heart, reaching down below, and that dry Peach Blossom Spring was gradually showing signs of moisture.

Su Guizhi quickly averted her gaze, not daring to look again.

Her legs unconsciously squeezed, clamping onto the pajama pants, which rubbed against her sensitive spot, making her very uncomfortable,

She sneaked a look at Wu Song and then discreetly adjusted herself.

But when she did, she forgot to separate her legs, causing her to pinch the tender flesh inside, resulting in a sharp pain that made her gasp.

Wu Song looked at Su Guizhi with suspicion.

Su Guizhi’s heart jumped in panic but hastily said, "How will you adjust the fetal position?"

Wu Song chuckled, "Of course, by inserting it."

As he spoke, Wu Song inserted his bare hand into the cow.

Su Guizhi’s heart surged with warmth, her cheeks a bit burning, unable to bear watching Wu Song’s actions directly.

Wu Song groped around inside the cow, finally finding the calf’s head and legs, forcibly straightening them out, and then grabbing the calf’s nose to pull it out.

Usually, at this point, several men are needed to help, tying ropes to pull the calf out.

But having practiced to success, Wu Song’s strength had greatly increased, and he alone managed to nudge the calf out.

Su Guizhi knew pulling a calf required help and hurriedly yelled, "Should I call for help?"

Wu Song shook his head, "No need, go prepare some hot water."

Su Guizhi nodded hurriedly and went to prepare hot water.

By the time Su Guizhi came with the hot water, Wu Song had already pulled the calf out, cleaned it, and handed it to the old cow to lick.

The old cow still had decent stamina and could lick the calf at that moment.

The calf was squealing, trying to stand up.

"Wu Song, how should I handle this hot water?" Su Guizhi squatted down with the hot water.

"What do you mean handle it? I’m going to wash my hands, okay?" Wu Song looked at Su Guizhi, who bent down, her neckline facing him again, and her breasts almost seemed ready to fly out."

Wu Song felt his heart stir, nearly causing him to stand at attention. He hastily lowered his head to wash his hands, trying to shift his focus.

But lowering his head, he couldn’t help but notice Su Guizhi’s thighs pressed together, forming a V-shaped bulge with a slight indentation in the middle, resembling a horseshoe.

Wu Song squinted, naturally comprehending what it was.

Washing his hands while admiring the view was quite satisfying.

Yet, he didn’t notice that Su Guizhi, holding the basin, could see his sly gaze.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t avert her eyes, letting Wu Song gaze at her.

Wu Song washed his hands and reluctantly finished.

"Alright, done. There’s nothing wrong with the old cow or the calf. You can sleep peacefully now." Wu Song stood up, bid farewell to Su Guizhi, and was about to leave.

Su Guizhi set the basin down and gazed at Wu Song, "About the medical fees, can I delay paying? You know, that bastard Wu Jianshe never returns, and I don’t have money."

Wu Song, without concern, waved, signaling her not to mention the medical fees, aware of Su Guizhi’s situation.

But unexpectedly, his wave of the hand coincidentally landed on Su Guizhi’s chest.

Her soft and supple chest was pleasant to the touch.

Wu Song had a hard time letting go.

He quickly realized something was off.

He hurriedly looked back at the spot his hand was touching.

Surprisingly, it was Su Guizhi’s chest.

Wu Song quickly released and awkwardly said, "Sorry, I didn’t mean it."

Su Guizhi suddenly grasped Wu Song’s hand, pressing it back onto her chest, shyly saying, "Wu Song, if I let you touch, can you waive the medical fees?"

Wu Song was taken aback, looking at Su Guizhi.

It’s undeniable that Su Guizhi, this young housewife, had her charms.

Back when she got married, Wu Song and a few guys from the group went to cause a ruckus at the bridal chamber, and quite a few even sneaked touches on Su Guizhi’s butt.

Listening to her moans at the bedside at night, Wu Song got so aroused that he came right there.

Seeing Su Guizhi making such a request now, Wu Song couldn’t help but recall her moaning that night, instinctively getting hard as a steel rod.

Su Guizhi noticed the tent pitched by Wu Song, felt a rush of heat, then panic, even her crotch became slightly moist.

"A-are you sure?" Wu Song asked Su Guizhi, his throat dry.

Su Guizhi slightly lowered her head, nervously rubbing her nightgown, hesitant to meet Wu Song’s gaze.

But she pressed Wu Song’s hand against her chest, letting him fondle.

Wu Song’s heart soared, and he subconsciously kneaded.

Su Guizhi’s chest wasn’t large, but it was firm and pleasant to the touch.

Wu Song fondled and felt himself becoming engrossed.

The tent unknowingly stood high up.

Su Guizhi, blushing with shame, didn’t dare to look at Wu Song.

Gazing down, she saw Wu Song’s tent standing tall, her heart grew hot, and these past years, her field had grown barren, almost dried up, nearly forgetting how a man felt.

Watching Wu Song’s sizable form, she suddenly felt a strong impulse to have it fill her.

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Wu Song fondled Su Guizhi’s chest, feeling it becoming less satisfying through the nightgown,.

Experimentally, he loosened the nightgown’s neckline and slipped his hand inside.

Awaiting Su Guizhi’s refusal.

But surprisingly, she made no resistance, continuing to let him touch.

Wu Song’s heart grew hot, as he boldly slipped his hand into Su Guizhi’s clothes, effortlessly grasping the pigeon breasts, their smooth texture and delicate skin truly irresistible.

As Wu Song fondled, the Acacia Red Beans stood hard and tall.

Wu Song squinted, using his erected rolling pin to nudge against Su Guizhi’s butt.