After Lu Chen used the [Blood Plum Immortal Descent] technique, several plum-blossom seals had been left on his body that faded extremely slowly, looking as though they were embedded right into his skin and flesh, still glowing with a dark red hue to this day.
"Master's Wife, I'd like to ask you about the [Blood Plum Immortal Descent] technique-can these marks fade away?" he asked.
Right at that moment, however, Master's Wife's thoughts were not on his question at all.
Her pair of beautiful eyes landed on Lu Chen's exposed upper body and could no longer look away.
Under the candlelight, his muscles were firm and his features handsome, enough to make anyone's heart flutter at the sight.
Master's Wife was no exception. Her heart beat rapidly, and her breathing grew heavier.
Deng Yan's betrayal was like a blunt knife hacking at her heart every day, and the idle gossip of others was like rubbing salt into the wound.
Only drinking could temporarily suppress this pain and loneliness.
Yet at this moment, the alcohol's warmth vanished like smoke in thin air.
The young, powerful body before her eyes was like a clear spring, nourishing her long-barren and parched heart fields.
That was not mere fluttering of the heart; it was a pure, physiological craving that burned from her throat down to the depths of her lower abdomen.
Deng Yan had lost interest in her long ago. Counting from the birth of their youngest daughter, Mei Ying, fourteen years had passed this year, and Deng Yan had not touched her since.
When they were newly wed, Deng Yan had acted all eager every night, yet unfortunately he was just all show-aside from a handsome face and sweet talk, he was useless at everything else and had never even satisfied Master's Wife