“Now?” He Danggui asked nervously, “Maybe next time?”

“Anytime.” Meng Xuan put her on the thin satin quilt, moved close to her face and said in her ear, “I won’t stop my movements until you call it stop.” His breath blew on her half-dry hair next to her ear, making her tremble out of itching.

She hurriedly pushed his chest and pleaded shyly, “I mean we can’t do this now. Let me go!” She patted away his hand, but exacerbated his wound ...