The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

Wu Song smiled and glanced at the car door, "Aren’t you going to close the door?"

Du Chunjiao, annoyed, climbed into the car, shut the door, rolled up the window, and stared at Wu Song with grievance and indignation, "Alright, come on."

Wu Song smirked, "Do it yourself."

Do it yourself?

Du Chunjiao gritted her teeth, refrained from bursting out, and instead reached over to unzip Wu Song’s pants.

But when that large gun sprang out, Du Chunjiao was instantly stunned.

Huge!

Thick!

Absolutely unbelievable!

And this was while it was still flaccid.

What if it hardened?

Du Chunjiao’s heart warmed, beating wildly.