Wu Song once again used his X-ray Vision, and saw a red, round object nestled deep beneath the black hair—indeed, it was a vibrating egg. At that moment, it was tucked in Qin Qingxia's little hole, gently trembling as honey-like liquid seeped out, quickly absorbed by the panty liner.
Yet, Qin Qingxia's face showed no signs of anything unusual.
Calm and composed, exuding an imposing aura.
Still the unassailable Village Chief Qin.
Wu Song withdrew his gaze, but the tent in his pants almost stood up.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Suddenly, a young woman holding a Persian cat coughed, reminding Wu Song with eyes that warned him.
Wu Song redirected his gaze from Qin Wushuang's neckline, smiling slightly, "I wonder what Village Chief Qin thinks?"
Qin Wushuang glanced at Wu Song in surprise. After all, the men in the village, including the heads of various villages, while their eyes were filled with lust upon seeing her, quickly lowered their gaze, not daring to stare at her.
