Feeling Good

Sometimes, being a woman wasn't so bad after all...

Wang Manchun lay weakly on the bed, her large eyes hazily fixed on the ceiling as she recalled the unforgettable madness of the previous night.

She even understood Wang Yan's lustfulness a little now. With that kind of stamina, having only one woman every day would be torture for him—and an enormous regret for all the other women. At last, she understood why Wang Yan had such a good reputation among the women of the pleasure quarters. His generosity was one reason, but more importantly, he let women experience the joy of being women.

Even someone as ruthless and calculating, as strong-minded as her, found her opinion of Wang Yan changing somewhat. She felt that his greed for money and women was understandable.

After all, with energy like his, how could he chase women without money? And if he did not chase women, how would he release all that energy...

After lying in bed for a long while and entertaining all sorts of random thoughts, Wang Manchun wearily pushed herself up. The blanket slipped from her body, revealing her creamy white skin. She found a set of fashionable black lace underwear for this era and put it on, then stepped barefoot onto the floor, her pale feet tinged with pink. She dug out a loose robe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around herself before dragging her slippers along and opening the bedroom door.

The entire Western-style house was silent, without a trace of human presence. She slowly went downstairs and poured herself a glass of plain water in the first-floor living room. It moistened her dry, slightly sore throat. Only then did she have the inclination to properly inspect this garden villa, which did not suit Wang Yan's status at