In the silent secret room.
On the large bed.
Fang Ruoxue straddled the man's stomach, her hands reaching above her head pulling at her long hair, her slender waist swaying like white waves, her graceful swan-like neck emitting enchanting moans.
However.
After just two or three minutes of movement, her dreamy eyes gradually turned cold, as the thing wrapped inside her body began to shrink and soften rapidly, like a deflating balloon.
Finally feeling something, it vanished in an instant.
For a moment, her heart was filled with deep grievance and unwillingness.
Ever since her husband became a vegetable after the accident, for over ten years, she remained chaste, using only her fingers in the solitude of the night, never even using a Fairy Wand.
Because she didn't allow anything but her husband to enter her body.
"Husband, why are you like this? You're truly terrible."
