"Dazhuang, don't... don't, like this, it's not right..."
Sister Hong let out a soft cry, her face showing a panicked expression as she began to writhe and struggle in Dazhuang's embrace.
Dazhuang chuckled, "Sister Hong, the more you struggle, the more excited I get."
Seemingly feeling Dazhuang's passion, Sister Hong blushed so deeply she looked almost ready to bleed as she cooed, "Dazhuang, why do the affections between men and women always have to be maintained through the flesh?"
"Sister Hong, haven't you heard the saying, 'No sparks of love without the friction of the flesh'?"
"And right now, I'm consoling your lonely soul, so it's not really bullying you," Dazhuang panted.
"But... but I have a husband, I... I can't do that sort of thing with you," Sister Hong bit her lip tightly as if trying hard to restrain her own desire.
"Ah, Sister Hong, a man like your husband doesn't deserve you staying pure for him," Dazhuang said while his other hand began to explore further.