"No medicine?!" Feng Chuxue, upon hearing these words, desperately wanted to strip off Zhan Yun's pants to see if he was really a man.
At this moment, Feng Chuxue's inner voice was roaring: "When I say my husband can't cut it, am I asking you for medicine? Argh, is this man really that dense! When a woman tells another man that her own husband is no good, it's obviously because she wants to sleep with the man..."
Now, Feng Chuxue felt deeply hurt. People always say, 'A man pursuing a woman is like scaling a mountain, but a woman pursuing a man is like piercing through gauze.'
Why, despite her own efforts, didn't Zhan Yun feel any stirrings?
Could it be that she had become old and faded, no longer beautiful?
A series of soul-piercing questions wrapped around Feng Chuxue's heart, and she suddenly felt somewhat tragic.
