The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

Song Mengtian grabbed Wu Song's hand.

Preventing Wu Song from continuing.

"What's wrong?" Wu Song looked at Song Mengtian puzzled.

Song Mengtian shook her head and said, "Don't do it, Aunt Xue might come over at any time, she's always waiting. It won't be good if she catches us."

Wu Song laughed.

Song Mengtian didn't know about his relationship with Xue Qingyao.

Su Yuyan knowing couldn't help.

Wu Song stopped touching Song Mengtian's crotch and instead picked up the ointment to apply it on Song Mengtian.

Gentle and meticulous.

Soon, it was done.

After all, Song Mengtian didn't have many scars on her legs.

But enough to ruin the beauty.

"Just wait, no more than a week. Your legs will be scar-free, becoming fair, tender, and alluring," Wu Song said with a smile.

Song Mengtian nodded: "Thank you, Wu Song."

The last time she was with Wu Song, her legs were still intact.

But during this period, she got injured while on missions.

Her legs were left with scars.

"Thank me with your mouth?" Wu Song teased Song Mengtian.

Song Mengtian smiled sweetly: "What else?"

"Show me some action then." Wu Song teased.

"Oh, alright." Song Mengtian gave a mischievous smile, suddenly crouched down, unzipped Wu Song's pants, released the big gun, and smiled, "Shall I thank you with my mouth then?"

After speaking, Song Mengtian opened her mouth and took in the tip of Wu Song's gun.

The warm and tender mouth enveloped the big gun, going in and out, the waves of pleasure surged, making Wu Song inhale with delight.

He stroked Song Mengtian's hair, letting her slowly suck and swallow.

"This mouthful of gratitude is really practical, I like it," Wu Song nodded in happiness.

Watching Song Mengtian's hard work.

While swallowing, Song Mengtian looked up at Wu Song, her eyes squinting, seemingly smiling.

Obviously, she was very happy with Wu Song's praise.

But Wu Song had only enjoyed it for a few minutes when footsteps were heard outside.

And they were getting closer to them.

Wu Song recognized Xue Qingyao's footsteps and motioned Song Mengtian to stop.

Song Mengtian looked at Wu Song puzzled and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Wu Song whispered, "Aunt Xue is here."

Song Mengtian quickly got up, tidied her clothes, wiped her mouth, afraid that Xue Qingyao would notice anything.

Tap tap tap.

Knocking was heard.

Then Xue Qingyao's voice.

"Wu Song, Tian Tian, are you done yet?"

Wu Song looked at Song Mengtian.

Indicating her to answer.

Song Mengtian smiled slightly and said, "Aunt Xue, come in, I'm just done."

With a click, the door was pushed open.

Xue Qingyao elegantly walked in.

Looking at Wu Song and Song Mengtian.

Her gaze fell on Song Mengtian's thighs.

"Done?"

Xue Qingyao asked again.

Song Mengtian smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's done, but Wu Song said it'll take a week for it to be completely removed."

Xue Qingyao exclaimed with delight: "Just a week? That's fast."

Previously, she used a lot of scar removal products, and many took a month or even two without much effect.

This one of Wu Song's can completely remove in a week,

is really fast.

Wu Song smiled: "It's still slower, I'll get something that'll remove it in a day next time."

"No, don't do that. A week is already fast enough. Any faster and it won't sell. It'll also cause issues." Xue Qingyao quickly stopped Wu Song,

"Oh? Why?" Wu Song looked at Xue Qingyao puzzled, isn't it better to treat scars quickly?

"If it's too fast, consumers will be suspicious. Rivals are already envious, this way, they'll find trouble for sure."

"And if it's too effective, how will you make money? If the medicine can be taken for a month, and you finish it in a day. Unless you sell it expensive, but if you do, they'd complain… In short, medicine that cures in a day is good, but not a good product."

Xue Qingyao's explanation left Wu Song amazed.

He gave a thumbs up: "Aunt Xue is impressive."

Xue Qingyao shook her head: "These are all little tricks… compared to your medical skills, it's not worth mentioning."

Wu Song chuckled: "Aunt Xue is too modest."

Xue Qingyao laughingly extended her small hand: "Where's my ointment?"

Wu Song handed over the ointment to Xue Qingyao with a smile.

Xue Qingyao received it with a smile, her fingers secretly scratching Wu Song's palm.

Wu Song looked at Xue Qingyao with a half-smile, then scratched her palm back.

Xue Qingyao smiled, stood up, and walked out.

She glanced at Song Mengtian, feeling a flutter in her heart, "Wu Song, why don't you apply some on me? I don't know how to do it."

Thinking of the location of her scar, Wu Song's heart surged, the big gun almost hardened.

He glanced at Song Mengtian, "Tian Tian, shall I go apply some for Aunt Xue?"

Song Mengtian didn't know where Xue Qingyao's scar was, hearing Wu Song speak, she didn't think anything else, just nodded in agreement, "Go ahead then."

Wu Song nodded and followed Xue Qingyao to the adjacent guest room.

Upon entering the guest room, Xue Qingyao immediately locked the door.

Turning back eagerly to look at Wu Song.

"Will you help me apply it?" Xue Qingyao gave a coquettish smile, "Would it be too much trouble?"

Wu Song looked at Xue Qingyao and laughed: "Aunt Xue's ailment is my ailment, why be so serious? Helping you apply it is just a small task."

Xue Qingyao giggled: "Then Aunt Xue's pussy is also yours, you can have it anytime."

Wu Song's heart instantly heated up, the big gun hardened.

Rising high up from his pants.

Xue Qingyao's eyes became dazed, excitedly focusing on Wu Song's pants, reaching out to caress: "Before applying, can you let me feel good first?"

Wu Song laughed: "Isn't it up to Aunt Xue herself?"

Xue Qingyao giggled, crouched down, unbuttoned Wu Song's pants, releasing the thick, fierce spear.

Xue Qingyao's eyes eagerly fixed, salivating, grabbing with her small hands, plunging directly into her mouth, eagerly sucking.

Squelch, squelch.

The big gun was soon devoured to a vivid red, and stiff as a rod, prompting Wu Song to feel a rush, supporting Xue Qingyao's head and thrusting hard.

The tip of the spear reached deep inside, fiercely fixing in Xue Qingyao's throat, that instant tight, smooth grip made Wu Song groan.

Unable to help but thrust further, directly into Xue Qingyao's throat.

"Ugh..."

Xue Qingyao couldn't bear it any longer, gagging immediately.

But was blocked by Wu Song's tip, almost crying from the discomfort, yet couldn't cry out, almost passing out from the strain.

She hurriedly drove the True Qi in her body, circulating it throughout to eliminate the painful sensation.

Only once the True Qi completed its cycle did the discomfort relieve.

Even the throat seemed to endure.

Not only endure, it could even rhythmically tremble, rubbing against Wu Song's big gun.