"Tsk." Ma Xiaorong said with a dismissive look, "That useless oaf? He can't even get it in, and he thinks he can find the way?"
Come to think of it, she and her husband, Chen Xiaoguang, hadn't had sex in over a year. She remembered the last time: that oaf had gotten drunk and tried to force himself on her, only to end up vomiting at the doorway. The memory alone was nauseating. It was nothing compared to the pleasure Chen Yang gave her; every time with him felt like ascending to the heavens.
"Even if he can't find the way, you're still his wife. Be careful he doesn't find out, or he'll beat you to death," Lin Jingyi said, her words sharp and unsparing.
No matter how close they were as best friends, Ma Xiaorong couldn't compare to her precious Chen Yang.
