"Ah..."
Wu Yuling gasped, instinctively slapping Wu Song's hand, almost causing the car to overturn. She had to quickly stop and regain control of the steering wheel.
"Wu Song, isn't your stomach hurting? And you're still messing around! Let go!"
Wu Yuling scolded Wu Song angrily.
At the same time, she clamped her legs together, not allowing Wu Song's hand to continue wandering.
But Wu Song's hand gripped her breast, applying a little force.
Wu Yuling let out a cry of pain, her legs loosening, and Wu Song's other hand took the opportunity to reach her crotch. The swelling, soft abalone fell into his hand immediately.
"Ah... Wu Song, you filthy scoundrel! Just you wait!" Wu Yuling gritted her teeth in anger as the car speed increased, heading directly toward Daqing Mountain.
The closer to the mountain, the more desolate it became.
