There's a saying that a lie told a hundred times becomes the truth.
It's not just lies but falsehoods as well; sometimes, after deliberately emphasizing something repeatedly in the depths of one's heart, even if one clearly knows its truthfulness, one can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
She knew Liehuo loved her, but doesn't everyone say that a man's sexuality and love can be separate?
Moreover, this man was full of energy and particularly fond of that particular activity; the subsequent ten months of scarce sexual life, making him abstain like this every day, could he possibly develop thoughts of straying? After all, so many broken marriages and men's infidelities were caused by their wives' pregnancies.
The more she thought, the more aggrieved she felt, and the more vivid the images in her mind became, as if there was already a lecherous big bad wolf pouncing on a tender young rabbit unfolding before her.
"Xing Liehuo—speak up!"
