It was precisely because she felt Chen An was very strong that Lin Ying had just added his contact information.
Her own husband, a truck driver, was almost always away, leaving her to guard an empty room. Occupying her mind with the small supermarket during the day was somewhat comforting.
But as night fell, the unbearable itchy feeling made it hard for her to sleep, craving for a man to fill the emptiness below.
Yet, because of her somewhat haughty personality, she couldn't settle for just any man, but the moment Chen An came into her home, she set her sights on him.
At that moment, she felt an almost bewitched urge to grab him and hold him tight.
It was only a woman's pride that stopped her from making such a shameful move.
Now, she was sitting at the table, her hand already reaching down below, caressing that patch of grass.
Right now, her nether regions were gushing, and Lin Ying felt as if her heart was overgrown with grass too, becoming frustrated and disturbed.
