"Hiss..."

Wu Song took a deep breath, looking at Song Honglian in astonishment.

This is too outrageous, isn't it?

Getting handsy just like that?

He was going to have a hard time holding back.

Song Mengtian seemed unaware, not only not letting go but even kneading.

Damn.

Wu Song was instantly hard.

His pants were tented high.

Very obvious.

Anyone who glanced would see.

Wu Song hurriedly covered with his hand.

Lowering his voice, anxiously staring at Song Mengtian, "What are you doing, sis?"

Song Mengtian smiled sweetly, "Don't you like this?"

"Ah..."

Wu Song was at a loss for words.

Because he really did like beautiful women massaging and eating bananas.

Especially a top-class one like Song Mengtian.

Of course, she'd be even more likable.

But the situation wasn't right now.

Sitting in a police car, with other officers around, doing this, Wu Song felt immense pressure.

Wu Song nervously glanced at the police officer driving in front.

But this officer seemed like a robot, only driving, not turning his head at all, not curious about the car's happenings.

Not even glancing at the rearview mirror.

This surprised Wu Song.

And made him understand why Song Mengtian was so bold.

So, the driver officer was that kind of person.

Wu Song also relaxed his mind a bit.

No longer resisting.

Letting Song Mengtian's small hand knead his crotch.

While Wu Song's hand found Song Mengtian's thigh.

Caressing through the pants.

The smooth thigh felt incredibly comfortable to touch.

But as he kept touching, Wu Song frowned as he seemed to feel wrinkles on Song Mengtian's thigh. Upon closer touch, they weren't wrinkles but scars...

Wu Song was taken aback, remembering that when he treated Song Mengtian before, her thigh was clean and snowy white.

No scars at all.

How did scars appear now?

What had she experienced during the time they hadn't been in contact?

"What's wrong with your leg?" Wu Song frowned, looking at Song Mengtian.

Song Mengtian replied nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just got injured."

"How did you get injured?" Wu Song asked, feeling distressed as he rubbed it.

"Just on a mission, got injured by some bad guys. But it's fine now," Song Mengtian replied indifferently.

"But what about these scars?" Wu Song continued to rub the scar, "How about I help you remove them?"

Song Mengtian's eyes lit up, though she said she didn't mind, as a woman, how could she not?

"Really?" Song Mengtian said, not quite sure as she looked at Wu Song.

Scar removal is no small matter.

"Of course, I'll make it all smooth and flawless for you." Wu Song said confidently, looking at Song Mengtian.

Song Mengtian smiled happily, radiant and charming, like a delicate flower.

"Then can you treat lower body paralysis?" Song Mengtian suddenly asked seriously, looking at Wu Song.

"What do you mean by that? Who are you taking me to rescue? Could it be this person with lower body paralysis?" Wu Song's hand was caressing Song Mengtian's thigh, and as he spoke, he reached her panties.

Song Mengtian felt Wu Song's fingers reach her panties, and her little hand pinched his gun head. Wu Song immediately took a breath.

"Crap."

Wu Song's heart surged, excitement flared up instantly.

His fingers traced along Song Mengtian's thigh and reached between her legs.

Song Mengtian's eyes trembled, and she forcefully squeezed Wu Song's gun head.

Wu Song gasped, letting out a low cry, "Can't you be gentler?"

Song Mengtian grinned proudly and kept kneading Wu Song's big gun.

But with a lot more tenderness.

Wu Song sighed, showing a look of comfort.

Song Mengtian continued discussing the topic from before, "Is there an issue with treating someone with paralysis?"

Wu Song thought for a moment and said, "Not too sure, I need to see the patient first."

"Looks like you have quite some confidence," Song Mengtian laughed, "Yuyan could be saved."

Wu Song looked at Song Mengtian with frustration, "How do you know I can treat it?"

"You don't seem worried at all, saying this means you're just being modest, leaving room for yourself," Song Mengtian laughed.

Wu Song was a bit annoyed but laughed, "You really know me, Tian Tian."

"But what's the story with this Yuyan?" Wu Song asked curiously.

Song Mengtian casually kneaded Wu Song's big gun, making him gasp continuously, and her mouth was not idle, "Yuyan is a good friend of mine, also an extraordinary woman. A heroine!"

Wu Song was surprised, "Then what happened to her?"

"On a mission, got injured in the lower back by some thugs. Resulting in loss of sensation in her legs," Song Mengtian said sadly, "What's even more hateful is that I haven't avenged her yet. That damn bastard escaped abroad. But I swore I'd go abroad eventually and catch him, avenge Yuyan!"

Wu Song said, "And what is that bastard up to?"

"Telefraud, human trafficking! Deserves to die a thousand times!" Song Mengtian showed hatred, extremely resentful of that person.

Wu Song's expression also darkened, coldly saying, "Such a bastard, indeed deserves death!"

"Don't worry, as long as there's a sliver of hope, I'll do my best to save Yuyan," Wu Song said seriously.

"Thank you, Wu Song. Yuyan will be very happy to know." Song Mengtian, moved, took Wu Song's hand, placing it on her chest. Beneath the thin police uniform, her tender mounds made Wu Song's palm itch, and he began to grasp and knead.

Song Mengtian's eyes narrowed slightly.

Feeling her heart tingle from Wu Song's touch.

"No need to be polite with me. Helping you should make me happy," Wu Song smiled, pinching the peak of the mound lightly.

Song Mengtian shivered instantly, almost crying out, letting out a nasal sound, and gave Wu Song a charming glance.

Her small hand unexpectedly released the big gun, reached into Wu Song's crotch, effortlessly grabbing the gun, squeezing slightly, and Wu Song let out a low roar, feeling on the verge of exploding.

His hand, uncontrollable, continued along Song Mengtian's thigh, and touched inside her panties.

Feeling a handful of warmth, with a slight depression in the middle.

"Hmmph."

Song Mengtian gave Wu Song a misty gaze, her small hand grabbing his big gun and jiggling it, making Wu Song shudder.

"Stop it, keep going and you'll break it," Wu Song stared at Song Mengtian with fiery eyes, the thin, dignified police uniform now appeared provocative and sexy in his eyes.

Making his heart blaze with the urge to strip Song Mengtian right there in the car.

Song Mengtian not only did not stop, but provocatively eyed Wu Song, "What? Can't handle this little bit of provocation?"

Wu Song roared in a low voice, "Can't handle? Let's see if you can handle it."

Wu Song's hand slipped into the crotch, grabbed the soft, smooth buttocks,

While his other hand, which was playing with her breasts, slipped under her clothes, unhooked her bra, and clutched her perky, smooth jade peaks.

With just a slight pinch.

Song Mengtian shivered all over, tingling intensely.

Yet feigning calmness, she squinted, suddenly moving to undo Wu Song's pants.

Wu Song was stunned for a moment but couldn't help but glance at the driver.

That driver remained focused on driving,

Seemingly unaware of what was happening with them.

But Wu Song still felt a little awkward.

Wanting to stop Song Mengtian.

But Song Mengtian had already deftly undone his pants, releasing the big gun.