A self-proclaimed tempting bottom says:
Getting married with a red veil over my head the moment I transmigrate? Couldn't be better!
Having my husband in name only die the moment I transmigrate? What a tragedy!
Having a little bun with a short-lived husband the moment I transmigrate? Too cute!
And the moment I transmigrate, a tall, muscular hunk with broad chest and arms comes begging to get together. No wonder my back aches and my legs cramp.
As the old saying goes, widowers are especially passionate. Truer words were never spoken!
Both top and bottom are virgins; childbirth.
