"We can't do this now. Helena said we can't... not until your illness is cured," Nan Mufeng raised his hand to cover his face, God knows how much pain he was in!
She was straddling him, her soft thighs under the nightgown and her panties pressing against him!
He felt like he was going mad!
His body was taut to the breaking point, impulses raging uncontrollably!
"I see..."
Jian Xi suddenly realized and rolled off him.
Jian Xi's face was flushed red with embarrassment. How mortifying, she had stoked his fire again. She wished to douse it but had no water!
"Sorry..." Jian Xi shyly covered her face, sitting to one side, "Go take a cold shower to calm down!"
"Wife..."
Nan Mufeng called out painfully, one hand undoing his belt, "Alternating between hot and cold can easily make one fall ill."
"Then what should we do?" Jian Xi fretted. It wasn't that she was unwilling, but the circumstances forbade it!
"Your hand."
Nan Mufeng suggested.
