Lost in her wild thoughts, Zhang Hong's body began to heat up, her heartbeat racing unbearably fast.
Soaking in the cool water did nothing to calm her down.
She decided to skip the bath and ran to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she picked out the thickest cucumber, her face blushing as she returned to the bedroom.
Her husband had been pushing for a divorce, and they had been living apart for over two years. In her loneliness, Zhang Hong always kept cucumbers at home, occasionally grabbing one to eat.
After all, cucumbers are cool in nature and can reduce internal heat.
But today, they were utterly ineffective. Her mind was filled with a desolate emptiness, haunted by Xu Qianli's mischievous grin.
Damn it, it's all that stinky man's fault. After getting intimate with him, she couldn't forget him; she feared she might never be completely calm again unless she was with him.
