The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 179

Qin Wushuang was also long intoxicated, feeling that scorching, hard spearhead still pressing against her flower heart, the lingering pleasure made her climax resonate long, filling her with happiness.

She sighed softly in her heart, this feeling was really too wonderful.

It truly makes one fall in love each time it happens, becoming more and more intoxicated.

She realized she could no longer leave Wu Song.

Besides Wu Song, no man could give her this kind of sensation.

Even though she hadn’t tried other men.

But she could completely be sure.

Qin Qingxia also expressed the same sentiment before.

Wu Song is truly an extraordinary man.

Wu Song embraced Qin Wushuang and rolled over to sit on the seat, having Qin Wushuang sit in his lap.

The large spear was still inserted inside the small cave.

Allowing the two of them to continue enjoying the wonderful warmth.

Wu Song lowered his head, Qin Wushuang shyly looked up, and the two kissed together.

Qin Wushuang’s kissing skill was clumsy, but Wu Song, through so many women’s trials, had become quite adept, completely overpowering Qin Wushuang, and thus he started to teach her.

Qin Wushuang obediently followed Wu Song’s instruction.

Gradually experiencing the taste of kissing.

Until Qin Wushuang could no longer breathe, only then did Wu Song let her go, but his hands continued to play with her breasts, soft and bouncy, making them hard to let go.

And the sky gradually darkened.

Wu Song and Qin Wushuang slowly ended their exchange.

Qin Wushuang reluctantly lifted her hips.

Withdrew Wu Song’s large spear.

The moist large spear remained robust.

Qin Wushuang felt a sense of emptiness.

As if she wanted to be continuously filled by Wu Song.

But by now the sky was darkening, and it had to end.

Qin Wushuang, feeling weak, returned to the driver’s seat.

Her eyes brimming with allure as she glanced at Wu Song, "Brother Song, shall I take you home?"

Wu Song smiled, "Alright, thank you for the trouble, Wushuang."

Qin Wushuang shook her head, "It’s not much trouble, Brother Song is the one who’s worked hard."

"Haha... this hard work, I’m happy to do it." Wu Song laughed heartily, the recent vigorous action had indeed exhausted quite some of his energy.

But it didn’t stop his mischievous hand, still exploring Qin Wushuang’s thigh.

Qin Wushuang’s cheeks were flushed, but a sweet smile was still on her lips as she turned the car around towards Wu Family Village.

Upon reaching the village entrance, Wu Song reluctantly released Qin Wushuang’s thigh, giving a playful squeeze of her breast before letting her go back while he walked back to the village.

Having not returned for two days, it felt like a long time to him.

Yet Wu Song was in good spirits,

because he had reaped great rewards on this trip.

As he reached his doorstep, he saw Su Guizhi pacing back and forth at the gate, looking anxious and uneasy.

Wu Song’s heart stirred, could Su Guizhi really be this anxious?

He seemed to have not comforted her for several days.

But was she really this desperate?

Wu Song walked up, coughed to let Su Guizhi know he was back.

Upon seeing Wu Song, Su Guizhi immediately rushed over, almost throwing herself onto him, her breasts bouncing intensely.

Seeing no one around, Wu Song took the opportunity to grab and knead them, grinning mischievously, "Guizhi, we haven’t seen each other in just a few days and you’re already this eager?"

Su Guizhi’s cheeks were crimson, but then her eyes turned red with tears as she looked at Wu Song, "Wu Song, I, I’ve encountered difficulties!"

Then she burst into tears, throwing herself into Wu Song’s arms.

Wu Song was startled, quickly releasing Su Guizhi’s breasts, patting her back, and asking, "What’s the matter? Tell me, and I’ll see if I can help."

"Wu Jianren, that bastard hasn’t come home for years, and in the middle of the night, he called me wanting a divorce! What should I do? Boohoo..." Su Guizhi cried even more sorrowfully.

Wu Song stroked his chin and said, "If he wants a divorce, then get a divorce. He never comes home and doesn’t send money back either, you’re practically a widow. Being divorced is no different."

"But if I get a divorce, I’ll have to go back to my parents’ house! My parents are old, and my brother wants to send them to me to care for. How can I go back?" Su Guizhi was extremely aggrieved.

Wu Song silently cursed, squinting his eyes as he said, "Tell him, if he wants a divorce, he should give you and your child a compensation of one hundred thousand yuan, and the old house in Wu Family Village should be yours."

Su Guizhi was stunned, "He won’t agree to that. He wants me to pack up and leave with our son!"

"Impossible, I’ll make the decision for you. He can’t do that, and he can forget about driving you away. He’ll be the one to leave!" Wu Song said dominantly.

"But today, the village secretary came to my house, telling me to pack up and leave within a week!" Su Guizhi cried out.

"Aren’t you supposed to divorce first?" Wu Song was puzzled.

"We don’t have a marriage certificate." Su Guizhi lowered her head, aggrieved.

"Damn it!" Wu Song was speechless for a moment, although such matters are not uncommon in rural areas, and even in cities.

Wu Song nonchalantly said, "Alright, leave this matter to me. If Wu Dalin dares to drive you away, tell me, I’ll deal with him."

Su Guizhi looked intently at Wu Song, not doubting his words too much.

Everyone in Wu Family Village knew that while Wu Dalin was arrogant in the village, he couldn’t afford to offend Wu Song.

With Wu Song’s assurance, Su Guizhi felt a sense of relief.

Lying in Wu Song’s arms, her little hands began to act up as well, kneading Wu Song’s pectoral muscles, quickly reaching his nipples.

Wu Song felt a tickle in his heart from her teasing, squinting his eyes as he grabbed her buttocks naturally, and with a squeeze, Su Guizhi moaned softly, cuddling against Wu Song’s chest.

Fortunately, the sky darkened, so no one noticed them. Wu Song became more daring, pulling Su Guizhi into a corner, ripping off her short skirt to reveal her snowy buttocks, his fingers skillfully found the crevice, pressing against the plump clam.

"Oh..."

Su Guizhi gasped, feeling excited instantly.

Wu Song’s fingers nudged into the gap and slipped into the small cave.

"Oh!"

Su Guizhi’s buttocks shook with excitement, and Wu Song’s fingers immediately began using the techniques of Kato Hand like a vibrating stick.

In no time, Su Guizhi was dripping with juices, making Wu Song’s hand sticky.

Wu Song felt a thrill in his heart, knowing the moment was ripe, he didn’t dally further, quickly pulled out his large spear, positioned it at the crevasse below her buttocks, and slipped it in with a thrust.

"Ah..."

Su Guizhi cried out in pleasure once more, and Wu Song quickly covered her mouth. Even so, the small black dog in Wu Xiaohong’s house started barking upon hearing the noise.

But luckily, Wu Xiaohong was not home.

Sun Taoxiang wasn’t one to meddle, especially as a widow, being very cautious, she locked her doors as soon as it got dark, and wouldn’t check on any commotion.

The other neighboring house was empty as they went out to work.

So, after covering Su Guizhi’s mouth, Wu Song wasn’t worried, he just started thrusting.

After all, in such an outdoor escapade, time was of the essence.

If anyone passed by and saw, there would be social disgrace.

He wouldn’t fare much better than Wu Dalin.

Wu Song held down Su Guizhi’s buttocks, pounding away with a resounding slapping sound.

In one breath, he thrust eighty-eight times, almost sending Su Guizhi into orbit.

Her body trembled, barely able to stand.

Yet Wu Song didn’t stop, driving hard in one continuous effort.

But suddenly, Sun Taoxiang’s courtyard echoed with her calls: "Wu Song, is that you back?"