Wu Song's heart was suddenly burning hot, and his rolling pin was as hard as steel.
He grabbed Song Mengtian's big breasts with one hand and hummed, "You're a policewoman, are you really willing to be with a small vet like me?"
"You may appear to be a little vet, but your medical skills are more impressive than many professional doctors. Why underestimate yourself?" Song Mengtian, having been cured of her illness, seemed to have unlocked her sealed heart and body, becoming passionate and bold in an instant.
Wu Song squinted his eyes, he naturally knew, he just didn't know what Song Mengtian meant.
From the looks of it now, she wasn't just teasing him or having other motives.
She really had taken a liking to him.
Wu Song's hand was kneading Song Mengtian's big breasts, feeling their softness and fragrance, exceedingly comfortable, and as he gazed at her charmingly beautiful face, he said in a deep voice, "You said it yourself, don't blame me if I'm not polite to you."
