Xiaodie lay on Wan Ziqian's bed while Qian sat beside her, typing away and sighing simultaneously.
"You really should go keep my uncle company; you're distracting me here. I still have to video-call my boyfriend tonight," Qian pleaded earnestly.
Xiaodie became assertive, "No video calls today. You're keeping me company."
This little beauty, Wan Ziqian, just couldn't harden her heart and had to agree reluctantly, especially since she hadn't slept with her aunt since they got married—it had been quite a while indeed.
Xiaodie fiddled with her legs, thinking about what her husband had just said. Could she really be some kind of fox spirit, draining her husband's vitality?
Although Shen Fu was actually complimenting her charm, Xiaodie didn't want to take on that label. She felt like not that many boys had chased her from her childhood to adulthood, and she'd received only about a hundred or so love letters. That should be quite average, right?
