Song Guanchao looked at the snake medicine in her hand and subconsciously glanced at her butt, his throat rolling slightly.
This was a difficult request to refuse.
Wu Qiangwei opened the car door, turned her back to him, and slowly pulled down her shorts, then leaned her upper body into the car, laying down on the seat.
Her legs stood on the ground, her butt sticking up, as she softly urged, "Hurry up."
"Oh, okay."
Song Guanchao unscrewed the cap, crouched down on the ground, dipped his finger in the snake medicine, and gently applied it to the snakebite on her butt.
The pose, visually striking, was almost too much for Song Guanchao to handle.
After quickly finishing the application, he stood up, "Done."
Wu Qiangwei stood up swiftly, pulled up her pants without a word, and sat in the driver's seat, starting the car and driving toward the village.
A few minutes later, the two of them arrived back home.
The elders had already gone upstairs to bed.
