"Master, be gentle with husband's body, he's still unwell..."
In the main room of Tingquan Small House, Zhu Nanzhi muttered dreamily, nestled under the cotton quilt.
In the dream, Master's mature, alluring body twisted like a beautiful snake, her slender waist swaying as if she completely disregarded husband's feelings.
So rough, how could husband be happy...
And...
"Went the wrong way!"
With a gasp, Zhu Nanzhi sat up abruptly, but before any thoughts could linger, the weakness spreading from her legs and waist made her shudder involuntarily, forcing her to brace against the bed to avoid lying back down.
"Hiss..."
Zhu Nanzhi raised her hand to gently touch her waist and hips, feeling sore, and somewhat painful...
She couldn't help but lie back down, raising her fair arm to cover her forehead, and closed her eyes with shallow breaths.
The quilt rose and fell with her breathing, scenes unfolding in her mind, especially of herself and Master kneeling before her husband...
