"Ah..." Hu Ji twisted her body, blocking the somewhat damp hem of her dress, and said dejectedly, "So this doesn't work either..."
With a sigh, she took out a double-ended mortise and tenon device: "Then it seems we have no choice but to do this."
Then, she attached one end to herself and secured it before patting Jiang Lu's butt: "Husband, turn around."
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?!"
Jiang Lu's face turned red in an instant; he felt subjected to immense mockery and humiliation:
"With me here, how could I let you use that?"
"It's okay, don't force yourself." Hu Ji comforted him gently, trying to soothe his emotions.
Yet she had no idea where the real problem lay.
Jiang Lu's dignity was not to be insulted!
But pressured by reality, he had no choice but to compromise, to settle for second best: "Is there any medicine, perhaps taking some might just work."
