Wu Song motioned for Zhang Xintong not to move.
Wu Song then drew out his large gun, didn't wipe it, just shoved it into his pants and walked out.
Qin Wushuang stood gracefully, wearing glasses, her eyes charmingly glancing around, with an elegant figure, appearing very classy.
Seeing Wu Song come out, she immediately gave a gentle smile, her voice joyful and soft: "Brother Song."
Saying this, she happily walked towards Wu Song.
Realizing it might not be appropriate here, she slowed down, whispering: "There aren't any other people, right?"
Wu Song smiled and directly hugged her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her small mouth, his hand naturally wrapping around her slender waist.
Qin Wushuang immediately responded passionately, holding onto Wu Song's neck.
But even in her eager response, her small mouth didn't move much, completely cooperating with Wu Song's advances.
