Hearing this, Zhang Qian was startled again. After being intimate every day for over a decade, Xu Feng was still so strong. How formidable must he be? Xu Feng could see what she was thinking at a glance, feeling proud inside, but continued to speak sentimentally on the surface: 'I thought we would be affectionate until we were old, but then she started to change. She stayed out all night, and when I asked her where she had been, she wouldn't say and even scolded me for being nosy.' 'At that time, I was very depressed, afraid she would leave, and also afraid that I would end up a bachelor.' As he spoke, Xu Feng gave a bitter smile. 'I was worried about her safety, so I secretly followed her when she went out, only to find that she was with another man.' Xu Feng suddenly lowered his head, holding his forehead with his hand, looking as if he was about to cry. The immense sorrow almost overwhelmed him, as being cuckolded was something Xu Feng had never imagined. 'It's not your fault, don't be sad, Brother Xu.' Zhang Qian felt flustered and immediately reached out to hold his hand, comforting him. In a place Zhang Qian couldn't see, Xu Feng wiped away the non-existent tears, then took the initiative to hold Zhang Qian's hand. 'Don't leave me—' He suddenly changed the way he addressed her, his fervent gaze fixed on the woman who wanted to retreat, saying: 'I don't mind these things, it must be that I did something wrong, that's why you went to find another man. Just tell me, and I'll change immediately.' 'Please, don't go.'

Xu Feng truly embodied a devoted man to the core. Zhang Qian was flustered by Xu Feng's performance, but before she realized it, Xu Feng's body had already crept closer. She struggled to pull her hand away and said, 'No, it's not your fault.' Xu Feng pressed against Zhang Qian's body, his peripheral vision sliding down through the wide neckline. He was peeking, but in Zhang Qian's eyes, he was merely gazing affectionately at her, completely unaware of what was happening. Taking advantage of Zhang Qian's momentary lapse, his lips suddenly pressed against the root of her ear, whispering tenderly, 'It is my fault, please don't leave me, okay?' His words were gentle and moving, his breath tickling Zhang Qian's ear. She felt somewhat uncomfortable, yet uncontrollably began to immerse herself in the role of the heroine, instinctively twisting slightly. With her movement, Xu Feng clearly felt a waft of fragrance. Xu Feng cursed inwardly, realizing that he was getting excited again... Upon realizing this, Zhang Qian's face turned red, and she quickly pushed Xu Feng away, saying, 'It's me, I'm Zhang Qian, not your ex-wife.'

As she spoke, she pushed hard, trying to push the man away. Xu Feng, having already taken advantage, let go of Zhang Qian with her force and pretended to be pushed away, lying down on the sofa sideways, but his anatomy was still unmistakably evident. Zhang Qian had seen that part of him before, and her mind instantly recalled the true appearance she had touched before. She couldn't help but stare at that area, as if magnetically attracted, clinging to Xu Feng's body... It was a while before she realized Xu Feng had stopped talking. She immediately pretended nothing had happened and shifted her gaze away, just as Xu Feng, with an apologetic tone, said, 'I'm sorry, I got lost in thought again, thinking about my ex-wife, and I couldn't help but get a bit agitated.' Zhang Qian quickly shook her head and said, 'No, no, it's okay.' To cover her panic, Zhang Qian then took the initiative to ask, 'What happened after that?'