So Irresistible! My Rugged Husband’s Abs Are Rock-Hard

Good news: I transmigrated and became the most beautiful woman of the 1980s, with fair skin, a pretty face, a tiny waist, and long legs.

Bad news: My family background is questionable, and my relatives sold me off to marry the “living King of Hell” at the military base, the kind of man who could stop a child from crying at night.

Good news: My King of Hell husband is 190 centimeters tall, with a narrow waist and eight-pack abs. He’s so handsome my knees go weak! I hit the jackpot!

Bad news: My husband is too pure. On our wedding night, he actually wants to hold the line by sleeping in the gap between two beds?!

I decide to take the initiative.

Scene one: Blind date. I pour him some water, and our fingertips brush. He jerks his hand back, his ears so red they could drip blood.

The officer, grinning knowingly: “These lovebirds have a thing going on!”

Scene two: Getting our marriage certificate. I ask him to hold me for a photo. He picks me up with a dark expression, looking more solemn than someone on their way to execution.

The lady at the marriage bureau, thrilled by the romance: “Young people are so sweet together!”

Scene three: Wedding night. I lie beside him. He is stiff as a board, breathing louder than a fan.

At last, I can’t take it anymore and whisper in his ear, “Lu Xiao, if you don’t make a move, it’ll be dawn.”

The next second, the world spins. His eyes darken and his voice turns hoarse. “You asked for this.”

Me: !!! Good news! At last, I get to enjoy this kind of happiness!