"Can I be the same in front of my husband as I am with you?
You men always say, 'Home-grown flowers are never as fragrant as the wild ones.' Can't we women feel the same? My husband comes home maybe twice a year, which is considered not bad. Usually, I don't even get a single phone call from him.
Besides, it was my parents who arranged my marriage with him. I thought life would just go on, it didn't matter, but after a few years of marriage the number of times we've actually been intimate could be counted on my fingers.
And let's face it, my husband isn't that capable anyway. Just a few thrusts in bed, and ten minutes later it's all over. That's like marrying me off to live like a widow!
I am a selfish woman. I always have to think about my own happiness. As long as my husband doesn't find out, it shouldn't be a problem."
Chen An looked at the lengthy message Lin Xiaoyan had sent him. A sly smile crept across his face as he boldly continued to tease Lin Xiaoyan:
