Song ngtian grabbed Wu Song's hand.
Preventing Wu Song from continuing.
"What's wrong?" Wu Song looked at Song ngtian puzzled.
Song ngtian shook her head and said, "Don't do it, Aunt Xue might co over at any ti, she's always waiting. It won't be good if she catches us."
Wu Song laughed.
Song ngtian didn't know about his relationship with Xue Qingyao.
Su Yuyan knowing couldn't help.
Wu Song stopped touching Song ngtian's crotch and instead picked up the ointnt to apply it on Song ngtian.
Gentle and ticulous.
Soon, it was done.
After all, Song ngtian 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 ngtian nodded: "Thank you, Wu Song."
The last ti 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 with your mouth?" Wu Song teased Song ngtian.
Song ngtian smiled sweetly: "What else?"
"Show so action then." Wu Song teased.
"Oh, alright." Song ngtian 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 ngtian 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 ngtian'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 ngtian's hard work.
While swallowing, Song ngtian looked up at Wu Song, her eyes squinting, seemingly smiling.
Obviously, she was very happy with Wu Song's praise. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelFirｅ
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 ngtian to stop.
Song ngtian looked at Wu Song puzzled and whispered, "What's wrong?"
Wu Song whispered, "Aunt Xue is here."
Song ngtian 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 ngtian.
Indicating her to answer.
Song ngtian smiled slightly and said, "Aunt Xue, co in, I'm just done."
With a click, the door was pushed open.
Xue Qingyao elegantly walked in.
Looking at Wu Song and Song ngtian.
Her gaze fell on Song ngtian's thighs.
"Done?"
Xue Qingyao asked again.
Song ngtian smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's done, but Wu Song said it'll take a week for it to be completely removed."
Xue Qingyao exclaid 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 sothing that'll remove it in a day next ti."
"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, consurs 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 dicine 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, dicine 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 dical skills, it's not worth ntioning."
Wu Song chuckled: "Aunt Xue is too modest."
Xue Qingyao laughingly extended her small hand: "Where's my ointnt?"
Wu Song handed over the ointnt 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 ngtian, feeling a flutter in her heart, "Wu Song, why don't you apply so on ? 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 ngtian, "Tian Tian, shall I go apply so for Aunt Xue?"
Song ngtian didn't know where Xue Qingyao's scar was, hearing Wu Song speak, she didn't think anything else, just nodded in agreent, "Go ahead then."
Wu Song nodded and followed Xue Qingyao to the adjacent guest room.
Upon entering the guest room, Xue Qingyao imdiately locked the door.
Turning back eagerly to look at Wu Song.
"Will you help 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 ailnt is my ailnt, 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 anyti."
Wu Song's heart instantly heated up, the big gun hardened.
Rising high up from his pants.
Xue Qingyao's eyes beca dazed, excitedly focusing on Wu Song's pants, reaching out to caress: "Before applying, can you let 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 imdiately.
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 seed to endure.
Not only endure, it could even rhythmically tremble, rubbing against Wu Song's big gun.
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