Luo Feng couldn't help but reflect on the past three years, feeling like he was nothing more than trash. Every time he saw his wife unsatisfied, he didn't know how much more heartbroken he could be.
He had always been only able to satisfy his wife with his hands; if this continued, his young wife would inevitably give in to the temptation of an affair sooner or later.
Actually, Luo Feng understood everything and often worried about these issues, but despite his years of searching for medical treatments, none had been effective.
If Luo Feng's body continued to fail, he would even permit his wife to seek other men, because he deeply loved his gorgeous and delicate wife, Wang Ping, and couldn't bear to see her suffer with him.
Looking at his mature and alluring wife, Luo Feng's heart ached, but for the sake of their family, he chose to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.
"Why are you smiling so happily? Who are you chatting with?" Luo Feng said as he climbed into bed.
