The 1970s Darling Wife Is a Little Tigress

When I woke up, I had become the ill-fated village beauty in a period novel, about to be sold off.

My biological father was a coward, my stepmother was vicious, my younger brother was arrogant, and the whole village was waiting to see me meet a miserable end.

Luckily, an “easy mark” of an officer showed up at my door. He wanted nothing more than a pretty, gentle wife and was willing to pay to help me cut ties with my family.

I acted obedient on the surface, but inside I was overjoyed: At long last, all this good fortune was mine!

After we married, I planned to keep playing the fool while secretly staying one step ahead. But my officer husband had endless energy and wanted to make love every night. My little body just couldn't keep up.

I clutched my aching waist and protested, “Let's set three ground rules! I need to rest!”

But he only chuckled and pulled me closer. “Can't keep up the act anymore, my little tigress?”

Later, he actually wanted to leave me behind and join the army?

I slammed the table and shot to my feet. “You dare make me a living widow? Believe me, I'll find someone else tomorrow!”

He carried me straight to bed. “Looks like your husband hasn't been trying hard enough if you still have the energy to think about other men.”