"Ah!"
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Fang Yiqing's delicate body violently shuddered, and her hands suddenly clutched me tightly, grabbing my back. Even through my clothes, I could feel the force of her nails.
At this time, I hadn't entered yet, just arrived at the entrance.
Although Miss Fang had given birth, she had chosen a cesarean section, which didn't affect the Peach Garden at all. It was still so tender, so snug, and because of its beautifully narrow seam, even harder to penetrate.
Seeing her furrow her brow in too much pain, I stopped for a moment, then prepared to muster up the energy to push inside.
"Dr. Chen, stop! It hurts!"
The pain below sobered her up a bit, bringing a clarity to her eyes, and a strong sense of guilt surged within her, as if she had been reminded of her husband.
"Dr. Chen, we can't do this!"
She firmly grasped my shoulders, gently pushing me away, the guilt in her eyes deepening.
