Two years after getting married, I could no longer bear the oppression in my heart. I told my best friend my deep secret, telling her that my husband was uninterested in sex with me. From Qianqian's shocked look, I knew this secret had frightened her.
"How could this be!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.
"It's true, he's only interested in me on ovulation days of the month, and doesn't touch me at any other time," I said with a bitter smile, my hand holding the coffee was shaking.
"Does he have any health problems? Or does he have another woman outside?"
Qianqian tried to analyze the situation for me, her expression becoming very serious.
"He has a physical examination every year and there's no problem detected. His kidneys are fine too. He probably doesn't have another woman outside, I have checked his phone, and even stalked him for a few days. I didn't notice him being close with any woman. Maybe I'm not attractive enough to interest him!"
After hearing my words, my best friend drank up the milk tea in the bottle, then suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, let's buy some sexy clothes. You are indeed dressed too conservatively, right, we also need to buy some seductive sleepwear and underwear to surprise your husband tonight."
She pulled me out while speaking, with a mischievous smile on her face.
In the evening, I turned the bedroom lights to a warm yellow, put on the provocative sleepwear I had bought specially that day. My good friend Qianqian assured me while paying, once Ji Mingfeng sees you in this sexy sleepwear tonight, he will definitely pounce on you like a wolf.
I waited nervously but expectantly for Ji Ming to come in, pulled down my collar a bit more to reveal my attractive chest.
A little more than ten minutes later, after taking a bath, Ji Mingfeng walked in. When he saw me, he was only slightly taken aback, not particularly excited, nor expressing anything else. As indifferent as always, it choked me up.
"Honey..."
I lowered my voice, so soft it gave me goosebumps.
"Hmm?"
Mingfeng continued to air dry his hair, his gaze not lingering on me for long before flitting to the other side.
"Hubby, I want you!"
I walked up to Ji Mingfeng, wrapped my hands around his neck, my lips brushing past his ear. I whispered in a seductive voice, convinced no normal man would refuse such an invitation.
"Is today your ovulation day?"
Mingfeng releases my hands from around his neck, his expression extremely serious.
I gasped, feeling suddenly clueless and upset. I pushed Ji Mingfeng hard and shouted, "Why? Why do we only sleep together on my ovulation days? Tell me why!"
Ji Mingfeng, who probably didn't anticipate my sudden outburst, had a hint of panic in his expression. Holding my hand in a comforting manner, he uttered, "Xiao Lan, you know I'm very busy with work, exhausted like a dog every day, with no energy left to entertain extra thoughts. Okay, baby, don't overthink, good girl, let's sleep."
Finishing his sentence, he gently pecked my cheek.
Had this happened before, a sweet talk like this would have been enough to calm me down. But today, I felt so aggrieved and upset that I wanted to cry. For two years, since the day we got married until now, more than a few hundreds of days and nights, the number of times we've slept together is embarrassingly scarce. Every month, we only slept together on my calculated ovulation days; for the rest of the time, he wouldn't even touch me. Even when I begged him sometimes, he would always dismiss me saying he was tired.