Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 149 Husband, I Was Wrong

In the days that followed, Shen Guining underwent rehabilitation training every day.

Qu Yanci hired professional caregivers to help her with rehabilitation therapy, including hot compresses, physiotherapy, and massage, which were essential every day to promote blood circulation and tissue repair.

It took me two whole months to recover and walk normally again, but I still can't stand for long periods of time, otherwise my joints will ache.

Qu Yanci often told her not to rush and to take it one step at a time.

Shen Guining does sometimes get anxious, wanting to recover quickly and go back to dancing.

Dance relies on years of accumulated experience. If you don't practice for too long, your basic skills will deteriorate, and your limbs will become much less flexible. It will be extremely difficult to return to your previous state.

Thinking about these things inevitably made her anxious.

Distracting yourself is the best way to relieve anxiety.

Shen Guining discovered that intimacy seemed to be the best way to relieve stress.

That feeling of skin against skin, drenched in sweat, is exceptionally refreshing.

Previously, they were the most harmonious in this regard, with a high degree of cooperation and a unity of mind and body.

But now, Qu Yanci only needs to have sex once a night.

At first, she was too embarrassed to say it.

Until one time, Shen Guining couldn't hold back any longer. As he was leaving, she hugged his neck and asked in a hoarse voice, "Just... just once?"

Without thinking, she blurted out, "Are you... impotent?"

Qu Yanci's temples throbbed, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like turbulent undercurrents. "Say it again."

The deep, husky voice reached his ears, and Shen Guining instantly cowered.

She forgot that these are the words men hate most.

Qu Yanci tightened his arms, the bulging veins standing out clearly, knotting upwards, "I feel sorry for you, and you say I'm not good enough?"

Shen Guining sensed danger in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. "I..."

Qu Yanci didn't give her a chance to speak, lowered his head, and forcefully pushed her lips apart.

"Let's see if it works in a bit."

"It's no use crying and begging you to stop, baby."

He tried his best to restrain himself because the girl's foot injury was still in the recovery period, but in the end, she thought he was impotent.

Shen Guining's voice was completely drowned out, leaving only intermittent low moans. Her body was being brutally controlled.

The lamplight flickered before his eyes, his pupils were out of focus, and his fingernails dug into his firm latissimus dorsi muscles.

He hasn't stopped for three hours.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, making her eyes red and swollen, and she looked terribly pitiful.

She barely had the strength to speak.

"don't want……"

"enough……"

Qu Yanci stared into her eyes and chuckled lightly, "Didn't you say I wasn't good enough? Is this enough?"

He whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe, "How come you're so bad at this, hmm?"

The ambiguous trailing tone lingered in my ears, and my breath tickled my skin, making it both itchy and numb.

Shen Guining was furious. Despite the soreness, she raised her left foot and kicked him.

Qu Yanci raised an eyebrow. "Still have the energy to kick people? Looks like you can continue."

"No..." Shen Guining's bones went weak, and she quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong... It's my fault, not yours... Aci..."

Her peach blossom eyes were brimming with tears, and her cheeks were flushed pink; she looked so pitiful.

Qu Yanci slowly wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips. "If you change how you address me, I'll consider letting you go."

Shen Guining's long eyelashes fluttered, her mind a little blank. "What?"

Qu Yanci brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, his fingertips warm as he brushed against her skin. "If you can't figure it out, I'll continue."

His hand movements were gentle, but his abdominal muscles were tense, ready to unleash their power.

"Ah..." Shen Guining screamed, immediately blurting out, "Husband...husband, I was wrong..."

Her soft, delicate voice, with its shy tone, was captivating.

Qu Yanci changed his mind and coaxed, "Good boy, this is the last time."

With red eyes, Shen Guining accused him, "You broke your promise!"

She came to a profound realization—you can't believe what men say in bed.