They struggled like that throughout the entire night, and people passing by outside would often exchange knowing smiles upon hearing the commotion within, but what they felt more than anything was envy for Mei Huizi's fortune in having such a capable and vigorous man in bed, which seemed like too much happiness.
So much so that when Mei Huizi got up the next day, she felt as if her whole body was falling apart, in agony, particularly from the burning sensation coming from her lower body.
Wang Daniu lazily sprawled at the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette, without so much as a glance at her.
However, in Mei Huizi's eyes, this scene was the epitome of happiness; before, she only knew about Wang Daniu's exceptional ability, strength, and handsome appearance, but now, after last night, she saw a new skill in him, that his prowess in bed was especially remarkable.
The bruises, alternating red and blue on her skin, did not seem like pain to Mei Huizi but rather symbols of happiness.
