Qin Wushuang looked at Wu Song in astonishment.
She felt that something wasn't quite right, but it also kind of made sense.
Because through this communication, she found that her heart function seemed to have improved a lot.
If it wasn't because Wu Song slept with her, then what was it?
But to say that doing this could cure diseases, especially heart disease, seemed utterly ridiculous to her.
Yet the facts were right in front of her, and she didn't know how to refute them.
Wu Song nudged her again and laughed, "Do you agree with what I said?"
Qin Wushuang's small mouth moved, and she could only nod.
Wu Song laughed, held Qin Wushuang's small butt, and started thrusting in and out.
"Oh, Brother Song, stop it, I really can't take it anymore!" Qin Wushuang panicked and begged for mercy.
Although it didn't hurt anymore, and actually felt quite good, she felt that if Wu Song continued, she would be utterly exhausted.
