If only, if only I could have married Chen An!
Li Lingling didn't know how the thought had come to her, but after it had, she hadn't rushed to curse herself in her heart for being shameless. Instead, she fantasized about what life would be like if she married Chen An.
Although there was an age difference between Chen An and Li Lingling, if Chen An was willing, Li Lingling would certainly be willing too, it's just that she didn't know if Chen An would accept that she had been married before.
In the throes of lust, Li Lingling seemed to have almost forgotten the existence of her husband, Zhao Xiaoming. After all, she was often at school, and ever since that incident in the past, her husband's lower half had been like it was ruined.
Not only did he have difficulty moving his legs, but that most important part of a man had also never reacted again, leaving Li Lingling to endure many years of celibacy in vain.
