Can’t I?

'I'm letting an inexperienced Ferdinand get his way with me?!'

Arabella suddenly wanted to take control of this situation somehow after confirming from her husband's thoughts that he had no former experience with sex.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to be the one getting teased like this when she was supposed to be more experienced in this matter.

"Stop touching there," she held his wrist and tried to remove his hand from her crotch. But he didn't budge at all.

"Why? Can't I? I'm not allowed to?" Ferdinand asked with such a forlorn look on his face. He was innocently making puppy dog eyes at her.

'That's cheating! Don't look at me like that?!'

It was so unfair that he was appealing so cutely.

'Did they also teach him how to be like this?'

She had to wonder if he was doing it on purpose. But his thoughts were honest.

[Does she hate my touch? Is she disgusted that I'm touching her most intimate part?!]

Panic flooded Ferdinand's eyes for a second.