Nian Bing relaxed and loosely held onto Feng Nu's arm, trying to move back further, but the horse's saddle was but so big, where could he possibly hide? The more he wanted his lower body to retreat, the more unyielding it became, and waves of pleasure continually surged from the friction against Feng Nu's back. At this point, Nian Bing felt like he was about to go crazy, his muscles tightly clenched, he anxiously whispered in Feng Nu's ear: "It... It's not listening to me, Feng Nu! I really didn't do it on purpose, please don't misunderstand."
By this point, Feng Nu was nearly in tears, the cold couldn't reach her; instead, she felt as though a ball of fire was burning in her heart. "Can't you... think of something?" she asked.
Nian Bing gave a bitter smile. "What can I do? Unless we stop and rest for a while, Feng Nu. Maybe, just maybe you could bear it a little longer, we should be able to rest after a short bit."