Moreover, although Murong Xiaoxiao was over fifty, she still took good care of herself. Paired with the different women he toyed with over the years, the experience could be considered quite satisfying.
Thinking this way, Wang Daniu felt he could not lose.
"Murong Xiaoxiao, do you really think you're all that important?"
Without the utterly ignorant villagers of the women's village, what could a woman like her achieve?
But soon, Wang Daniu sensed something was amiss.
In the past, the women who had been with him were always brimming with satisfaction, as if they could not wait to stick by Wang Daniu's side, endlessly demanding more.
Yet there on the edge of the kang bed, Murong Xiaoxiao lay motionless, as if dead.
Wang Daniu admitted that he'd been driven by a vengeful mood, so he hadn't been the least bit gentle with her, but it shouldn't have led to this.
At this thought, Wang Daniu became panicked.
