The girl said, exasperated, "Fine, I'll tell you! I sleep holding his balls. Are you satisfied now? And you must tell me, what does this have to do with treating the condition? Otherwise, I'll have to report you for one more thing—being a pervert!"
Du Heng shook his head. "Madam, please don't use such harsh words. Let's discuss this calmly. Can you tell me why you... ah... hold that particular part of him?"
"Because I like it! I can't sleep if I'm not holding them. Are you satisfied now?" The girl, a mix of shame and anger welling up, decided to be brazen.
But Du Heng let out a long sigh, smiled helplessly, and said, "Alright, young man, we've found the problem. It's not my fault, nor the medicine's, and it's certainly not an issue with your body. The problem lies with this... peculiar habit of yours as a couple."
"Nonsense!" the girl snapped. She hadn't expected Du Heng to be so shameless as to try and shift the blame onto her.
