On Our Wedding Day, My Abstinent, Rugged Husband Gripped My Waist

Wen Shihuai found the perfect man by the roadside.

His only flaw was that he was poor. In every other way, he was utterly presentable, and his charms behind closed doors were even better.

So she fell into the depths of passion for him, suffering yet unable to let go. Only in the end did she discover that he couldn't feel pain.

It turned out that even the heroic rescue that began their story was nothing more than taking advantage of her in a moment of crisis.

Later, Wen Shihuai leaned down to the man kneeling in disarray before her and asked, "Can you tell the difference between a Chinese rose and a rose, between me and her?"

She didn't wait for his answer. She casually lifted his face. "Even if you can't, it doesn't matter. ...You have the same face, so I'll love you the way I loved him."