"You, you..." Qin Qingxia gasped softly, her fingers trembling as she moved them away from Wu Song's thigh, reaching over to touch, wanting to confirm if her suspicion was true.
Wu Song smiled slightly, without hesitation, grabbing Qin Qingxia's hand and pressing it against the tent.
A deep breath of relief followed.
Qin Qingxia too began breathing rapidly, instinctively holding onto Wu Song's spearhead.
Feeling that large, burning, and powerful rhythm made her heart scorch, difficult to control.
"It's real!" Qin Qingxia finally snapped out of it, gasping admiringly.
Wu Song laughed, "Could this thing be fake?"
Qin Qingxia laughed, "Of course it can be, some people are naturally small but unwilling to accept it, so they go to certain countries to have surgery to attach a fake one."
Wu Song chuckled, "Oh? Village Chief thinks mine is real or fake?"
