We've been married for a year, yet, my husband has never touched me. Could you bear it?

I'm a normal woman. Although speaking about such things can be hard, the feeling deep inside me...it's really hard to take.

When I couldn't bear it before, I would sneak a peek at some saucy films alone in the dead of night. But tonight, hearing the difficult-to-ignore noises from the next room, I suddenly didn't want to keep enduring this. I put on a swimsuit under a large bathrobe and made my way to the hot springs.

It was still the height of summer; the air in the dead of night still teemed with the humid heat. No one was in the hot springs. I soaked alone in the water. Despite feeling more comfortable physically, I couldn't suppress the restlessness inside me completely, and my hands started to roam uncontrollably. But in the middle of my introspection, a mischievous laughter suddenly echoed next to me,

"Yearning for a man?"

What a pleasant voice! Deep and magnetic, tinged with a dash of mischief.

I was startled and hurriedly withdrew my hands, looking up in surprise.

Even if the dim light contrasted against him, his distinct, angled face appeared even more vivid and three-dimensional.

He was so handsome that if I had to describe him in one sentence, I would say, he is a rogue who can make a woman willingly let him tease her.

He was sitting shirtless by the pool, revealing his muscular abs, long legs, one casually dipped in the water while the other was bent at the knee with his arm resting on it. Between his fingers was a cigarette, a smoke ring escaping from his slightly smirking lips while looking at me.

His gaze made me moved back, a sudden intense urge rose within me-- I wanted to... with him.

I especially wanted to.

I wanted to remedy the yelling loneliness in my body and experience what it truly feels like to be a woman. If Lu Jin didn't want to give me warmth, I wanted to obtain it from this man.

But before I could even express myself, he spoke first,

"Soaking in hot springs isn't going to solve your problem fundamentally. I think what you need right now... is a man."

"......"

A simple and straightforward sentence was like a bomb in the middle of the night, exploding into my heart. As if led by some unseen force, I reached out my hand, took the initiative to grab his restless foot, and squeezed it hard.

The man laughed. He dropped the cigarette butt from his fingertips and jumped off. He trapped me at the edge of the water pool, and I could feel his surging male hormones were on the verge of explosion from being so close.

He spun me around and hugged me from behind. His restraining strength was just right. This feeling was unfamiliar yet familiar, and the incident from years ago involuntary surfaced in my mind. Fear and trepidation rushed in, and I suddenly chickened out.

I covered his hand, trying to pry him open, but was met with his hoarse voice filled with a hint of wicked laughter:

"Chicken out? Weren't you quite proactive just now?"

"I... um, otherwise..."

"Heh, even if you chickened out it wouldn't matter. I never leave things half done. Since we've started, we have to finish."

He didn't let go of me but seemed to be punishing me by doing as he pleased with my body. Within ten minutes or so, my body had completely given up resistance.

Later, I didn't even know how he got me into the rest room. By the time I came back to my senses, my wet bikini was already who knows where, and he was laying on top of me, going all out.....