Watching her husband, Zhao Xiaoming, finish in less than five minutes and then comparing him to the young and strong Chen An, the huge difference between the two men was glaringly obvious.
If, if her husband still couldn't bring her happiness, she feared that in time, she would really do as Wang Ping had said, to find a man who could satisfy her.
Having experienced Chen An's body twice, Li Lingling began to incessantly fantasize about those two occasions. If she could have one more time with Chen An...
Li Lingling started to feel restless and closed her eyes in agitation, internally cursing herself for being shameless, for still fantasizing about her next time with Chen An.
Li Lingling curled up under the covers, watching Zhao Xiaoming sleep soundly beside her; in that moment, Li Lingling felt lost and helpless.
