Wu Song's crotch was almost about to explode.
It was truly Song Mengtian's little cave and flower that were too enticing.
Whichever it was, if he could plunge into, pierce an opening, it would be a perfect affair.
He stared intently and forgot to look away for a moment.
Song Mengtian had to remind him,
Only then did Wu Song cough and say, "Alright then, lie down, and I'll give you an acupuncture treatment."
Song Mengtian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly lay down on the bed.
Immediately, her snow-white jade-like divine body was fully revealed, with ample melons, a flat belly, long legs like jade, nestled with dense black hair in between,
Not a single place that wasn't beautiful.
Wu Song's rolling pin nearly tore through his pants.
It made it impossible for him to calmly prepare the silver needles.
Song Mengtian lay still, her whole body nervously tense, not daring to look directly at Wu Song.
