Wu Song saw Sun Taoxiang mumbling, her lips seemed to be asking him to do her, which instantly excited Wu Song even more, and his recently calmed rolling pin showed signs of stiffness again.
Feeling weak from being done, with her little hole burning, Wu Xiaohong noticed Wu Song’s indication of stiffness and felt a bit flustered.
Looking pitifully at Wu Song, "Why not take a rest? I, I can’t take it anymore."
Wu Song tenderly wiped Wu Xiaohong’s sweat and said softly, "It’s okay, let’s rest a bit."
However, Wu Song didn’t pull out but laid on the bed holding Wu Xiaohong.
At this time, the sky outside gradually darkened, and it was already evening.
But the two of them were cuddling together, exceedingly affectionate.
Sun Taoxiang, who was leaning against the wall, gradually recovered, got up, and quickly walked into the bathroom, hurriedly washing her lower area and hands. After cleaning up, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, then went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
The village hadn’t yet connected to natural gas, but they had bottled gas. However, Sun Taoxiang was very thrifty and had always collected firewood at home, as there were many hills and private plots, the least lacking thing was firewood,
only lacking were diligent hands.
Sun Taoxiang possessed such skillful hands.
Her craft skills were absolutely top-notch.
So she could handle everything by herself, making fire, cooking, and stir-frying in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, when Wu Song used his X-ray Vision to search for her, he saw her in the kitchen, busy with her butt stuck out.
Her snow-white round buttocks tightly tensed and stuck out, lined with dense dark hair, pressing together the luscious mollusk even fuller and more alluring, and the pink small hole was faintly visible under the covering of two tender butterfly wings, making one unable to hold back excitement.
The long gun still inserted in Wu Xiaohong’s small hole, which had already grown soft, suddenly got hard again.
Wu Xiaohong let out a low cry: "Wow, why are you hard again?"
Wu Song chuckled: "Isn’t it because you’re too tempting?"
Or is it because your mom is too enticing?
Wu Xiaohong laughed happily and smugly.
"It’s getting late, it’s time to make dinner. Aunt Taoxiang is probably too busy by herself, let’s go help." With that, Wu Song pulled out the rolling pin.
Took a napkin and started wiping.
Wu Xiaohong breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to indicate she understood, took a napkin to wipe her small hole, wiped it almost clean, then put on her shorts, and together with Wu Song, went home to help Sun Taoxiang with dinner.
After dinner, Wu Song returned home, sitting cross-legged to practice.
His phone rang; it was a friend request message.
Wu Song opened it and saw it was a friend request from Song Mengtian.
Wu Song immediately accepted the request.
Soon, Song Mengtian sent a message.
"How did you diagnose my illness?"
"Although I’m a vet, I’m quite good at human medicine too. Others can’t treat your illness, but I can."
"You’ve already figured it out if I’m bragging or not. If someone else could treat you, would you still add me?"
Song Mengtian fell silent.
Because Wu Song was right.
She had seen many doctors and hospitals for her illness, but it wasn’t treated well.
"How do you plan to treat it?" Song Mengtian asked again.
Wu Song smiled, "I need to examine it to determine the treatment plan."
"We can meet, or do it over video."
After a moment of silence.
Song Mengtian sent a video request.
Wu Song accepted the video call.
On the screen, Song Mengtian appeared in her home clothes, still charmingly beautiful, but with a touch of gentle femininity.
She held her arms awkwardly, not daring to straighten her body.
Those two breasts were too large, and sticking out her chest made them overly conspicuous.
Whether in school or at work, she had always been conscious about it.
Otherwise, she would become the center of attention.
Song Mengtian nervously glanced at Wu Song and softly said: "How do you want to examine it?"
Wu Song said directly: "Examining your chest and abdomen."
Song Mengtian was taken aback, then blushed: "What’s the connection?"
"Don’t you think your breasts are unusually large?"
Song Mengtian was surprised, then excited: "Can you also treat my breasts?"
"Isn’t it in the past few years, after your menstrual irregularities, that your breasts started getting larger?"
"How did you know? Can you really treat it?" Song Mengtian’s tone no longer held doubt.
"Let me check if it’s as I suspected." Wu Song stared at Song Mengtian’s large breasts and said.
Song Mengtian took a deep breath and made a decision, beginning to unbutton her top.
Two outrageously large breasts came into view, pressed by a big-sized bra, yet they looked like big honeydew melons, absolutely reaching F-cup level.
Wu Song’s heart skipped a beat, excitement surged.
Such large breasts, he was seeing for the first time.
Only in adult films had he seen artificial big breasts this size.
But these in front were real, though caused by some other reasons.
Song Mengtian shyly covered her breasts, looking down, not daring to meet Wu Song’s gaze.
Wu Song coughed and said: "Undo the bra."
"Huh? Still need to take it off?" Song Mengtian hesitated a bit but obediently opened the bra.
In the next moment, two enormous breasts bounced in front of his eyes.
Snow-white, beautifully upright, like heavy melons.
The rosy-nippled tips were tender and enticing, making people want to savor them slowly in their mouths.
Song Mengtian’s face turned red, looking down, not daring to face the camera, and timidly asked: "See any issues?"
Wu Song swallowed and said: "Point the camera at the center of your chest and abdomen, is there a blue blood line?"
Song Mengtian almost immediately exclaimed: "How did you know?"
Then she pointed the camera at her abdomen.
Wu Song said: "It’s basically within my expectations. Come on, continue, aim the camera below."
Song Mengtian got a bit excited.
Because Wu Song’s described symptoms were all correct, seeming to know her better than she did.
It’s practically amazing.
Sure enough, as the camera drew, among Song Mengtian’s chest and abdomen, there was a faint blue blood line.
It stretched down following her navel.
Disappearing at the location of her pants, becoming invisible.
"Undo your pants, I need to see where the blood line reaches." Wu Song said excitedly and expectantly.
Song Mengtian was a little shy and embarrassed, but since her breasts were already exposed, she’d let Wu Song see.
Moreover, it was for the sake of treating her illness.
Seeing it was seeing it.
Song Mengtian gritted her teeth, opened her waistband, revealing her pink underwear.
And the blood line disappeared at the edge of the underwear.
"Take it off." Wu Song said with excitement.
Song Mengtian, having no choice, grit her teeth and removed her pants, revealing the pink panties, and the mysterious bulge wrapped by them, with a few curly hairs naughtily poking out around the bulge.
"Take off the panties. I need to see if the blood line reaches the perineal point." Wu Song urged.
"Huh? Where’s the perineal point?" Song Mengtian was puzzled for a moment.
"On the middle line between your abalone and the flower bud."