Zhou Xiuhua stared blankly at Wu Song's big tent.

Wu Song was also stunned, staring at Zhou Xiuhua's little pussy.

Beautifully and delicately trimmed pubic hair.

Leaving a small patch at the top, resembling a butterfly.

The hole below, together with the pubic hair, creates an exquisite butterfly image, with the small hole at the bottom being the magneto organ of the butterfly's tail.

The small hole twitches with her breathing, making the whole butterfly seem like it's about to take flight as it flutters.

Wu Song looked up in astonishment at Zhou Xiuhua.

This woman, who appears so cold and arrogant on the surface, has groomed her pussy so artistically.

Making Wu Song's big gun suddenly harden to almost the point of explosion.

"Did you trim it yourself? Or did you have someone do it?" Wu Song couldn't help but curiously ask Zhou Xiuhua.

Zhou Xiuhua snapped back to reality, no longer staring at Wu Song's big tent, but her mind seemed branded by it, unable to shake off a persistent thought: such a big tent, could the big gun below be terrifying?

Stronger than a donkey?

If such a big gun were to fit into her little pussy, what would it feel like?

Zhou Xiuhua felt ashamed and annoyed by her thoughts.

After all, she had just looked down on Wu Song so much.

And now she was staring at Wu Song's big cock.

Wanting Wu Song to fuck her.

She felt ashamed and couldn't accept it herself.

Upon hearing Wu Song's question, she remained silent, ignoring him.

Whether she trimmed it herself or had someone do it, it made her seem so slutty.

So she simply refused to answer.

Wu Song didn't really care about the answer, as whether she trimmed it herself or someone else did wasn't the key point.

The key point was that Zhou Xiuhua's little pussy was really beautiful at this moment.

Wu Song reached over.

Startling Zhou Xiuhua, who quickly clamped her legs together, urgently saying, "What are you doing?"

"Just checking it out. Any issues?" Wu Song looked at Zhou Xiuhua seriously.

"Are you a Chinese doctor or a Western one?" Zhou Xiuhua asked.

"Mind your own business," Wu Song couldn't be bothered to explain, "Do you want treatment or not? Haven't you ever had an examination or something? Acting all high and mighty with me?"

"Keep dawdling, and no one will care if you hurt! I can't be bothered to deal with it."

As Wu Song spoke, he withdrew his hand and was about to get up.

"No, you, you check it," Zhou Xiuhua quickly stopped Wu Song. After all, since she had stripped down like this, if he didn't check, wouldn't she have exposed herself for nothing?

Wu Song snorted coldly, calling her a pretentious slut in his mind, before reaching out his fingers, parting the two petals of butterfly wings to reveal the secret inside her little pussy.

So pink and delicate, it made one's heart burn.

Zhou Xiuhua covered her face in shame, too embarrassed to look.

After parting it, Wu Song saw the small mouth-like twitching hole, at which point honey-like liquid was gushing out.

Wu Song's fingers reached over and went directly inside.

"Ah..."

Zhou Xiuhua instinctively uttered a low cry.

"What are you shouting for?" Wu Song snorted, "It's just a finger, wait until it's my cock before you scream."

Seeing him directly finger her, Zhou Xiuhua complained, "Why aren't you wearing gloves? Do you have any hygiene awareness? Ah..."

Before Zhou Xiuhua could finish her nagging, Wu Song's fingers had already thrust fully inside.

Causing Zhou Xiuhua to cry out again.

She glared angrily at Wu Song: "Is this an examination?"

Wu Song looked at Zhou Xiuhua and said, "Nonsense, what else, use fingers to fuck you?"

"You—" Zhou Xiuhua was at a loss for words out of anger, as if the pain became even more severe.

"As expected, like an icy cold cave," Wu Song said as he withdrew his fingers, looking at the sticky fluid on them, feeling even colder.

"You knew and still went in?" Zhou Xiuhua gritted her teeth, questioning Wu Song.

"Can't I verify it?" Wu Song, of course, knew the situation, but given a chance to enter, who wouldn't want to?

"You..." Zhou Xiuhua was rendered speechless.

Wu Song confirmed the situation of her small opening, and said, "Alright, lie down, and I'll massage to dispel the cold energy."

"Where to massage?" Zhou Xiuhua asked.

"Massage your pussy," Wu Song snickered.

"Huh?" Zhou Xiuhua was dumbfounded, her face frozen with surprise.

This was the first time she had encountered such a treatment method.

"Lie down already," Wu Song pressed her to lie flat and started activating True Qi on her lower abdomen to massage, sending waves of Yang Qi, gradually dissolving the accumulated cold energy bit by bit, pushing it toward the depths of her uterus, and eventually discharging it through her pussy and urine.

"What's with your hand?" Zhou Xiuhua couldn't help but ask Wu Song, because Wu Song's hand was too hot, pressing on her lower abdomen felt like a small stove warming her once icy cold belly, even the severe pain seemed to lessen bit by bit.

Wu Song glanced at Zhou Xiuhua and said, "Ironing tool."

Zhou Xiuhua said, "..."

Wu Song said no more, continuing to push the Qi through her palace and move her blood. Under his powerful True Qi stimulation, the yin and cold dampness that had accumulated in Zhou Xiuhua over the years melted rapidly like snow meeting a roaring fire, flowing downwards.

Soon, Zhou Xiuhua felt embarrassed as she discovered she had an urge to pee, and inside her small opening, it felt sore, swollen, and itchy, making her yearn to be filled by a man, even giving her a strong urge to let Wu Song use his big tent's donkey dick to mercilessly fuck her.

This made Zhou Xiuhua feel so ashamed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She quickly bit her lip to drive away the shameful feeling.

But that feeling refused to obey her control, the more she tried to drive it away, the more intense it became.

So intense, in fact, that she impulsively wanted to reach out and touch Wu Song's crotch, to touch the big gun hidden below.

She quickly bit the tip of her tongue, suppressing that humiliating impulse.

But the attempt to suppress only made it worse, the more she tried to restrain it, the less control she had.

"Ah..."

She couldn't even suppress a moan, nearly abandoning all her dignity and rationale.

At the same time, an uncontrollable urge to pee flooded over her.

Making her shiver from trying to hold back.

"No, please, no..."

Zhou Xiuhua whispered shamefully, grabbing Wu Song's hand to get up and go pee.

But Wu Song ordered, "Lie down, if you need to pee, just let it out, we can't stop the treatment now."

Zhou Xiuhua was skeptical, but she really couldn't hold it anymore, and since Wu Song said so, she covered her face and started peeing desperately.

Hiss.

The cold urine shot out, wetting the bed.

And it was uncontrollable.

Soaking a large area of the sheets in one go.

Yet the release made Zhou Xiuhua tremble from head to toe in sheer pleasure.

Her legs instinctively clamped together, only to quickly release, preventing the urine from running down her legs.

After the bout of urination, Zhou Xiuhua felt physically and mentally refreshed, as though the pain in her belly flowed away with the urine.

The sensation of pain had dramatically decreased.

Zhou Xiuhua was utterly surprised, looking at Wu Song with involuntary astonishment.

What kind of therapy is this?

Just a casual rub, and the ailment is cured?

"Am I cured?" Zhou Xiuhua couldn't help but ask Wu Song.

"Not really, only the surface is fine, the root cause hasn't been resolved," Wu Song shook his head, continuing to massage.

"The root cause? Where is it?" Zhou Xiuhua curiously asked.

"Inside your pussy," Wu Song grinned wickedly.