"If it really doesn't work, I can get you some aphrodisiacs that'll make sure you won't be able to stop all night,"
Leng Youchen lifted his eyelids and looked at Lu Junxi's death-seeking, sleazy face, awarding him with a single word, "Scram!"
Lu Junxi: "..."
Leng Youchen didn't know where the problem had occurred, everything had seemed normal last night, but after sleeping and waking up, everything felt wrong. He closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover them.
As the alcohol hit him, he felt a whirl of dizziness, yet the outline of his wife became vivid in his mind.
Her every smile and frown, as though right before his eyes, just like when they first met, she lay on the bed with a flushed face, her cherry-like small mouth releasing intermittent moans, continuously calling out with heat.
In that instant, he didn't know what madness took over him, but he developed an intense craving for her body.
