"It's alright, wife..." Duan Feixun said, trying to comfort her as he saw the color drain from her beautiful oval face: "It's just that... just now..."
He had a physical reaction just now, and then his hand got excited, so it bled!
Zheng Tong glared at him, annoyed that he was bleeding like this, but her voice choked up as she said, "Told you to stop your mind from wandering!"
"Wife, that can't be considered wandering!" Duan Feixun hurriedly said: "You are my dearest wife; you bathe me so gently and considerately, that naturally triggered a response, a communion of souls, the most faithful response of the body. Wife, don't be angry, my injury this time is because I'm not strong enough, not mighty enough. Once I've recovered, I'll go work out, I'll learn martial arts, I will definitely protect you. For as long as I live, I will make sure you never get hurt again..."
"Sweet talker!" Zheng Tong scolded softly, then walked out.
