The Desperate Husband with Spikes - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Hot…

It felt like a fire was burning inside me.

After my arranged-marriage husband left, I had to get myself off to a female-oriented adult film before I finally felt somewhat satisfied.

Lying in bed, my mind gradually cleared.

Then I couldn’t help overthinking.

We’d been married for six months, and this was the third time Huo Xun had pushed me away.

The first time, it was because we didn’t have condoms. The second time, he claimed he wasn’t ready. This time, he was too busy with work…

Why did he have so many excuses?

I quickly made a post on a forum: [My new husband and I get along really well, but he keeps refusing to fulfill his marital duties. What’s going on?]

A user replied: [Either he’s cheating, or he’s impotent. Since you two get along so well, we can rule out cheating. He’s basically impotent. Case closed.]

Boom.

I felt as if I’d been struck by lightning.

Huo Xun was impotent?!

I clung to my best friend and sobbed my heart out at a bar.

“My life is over! I think Huo Xun can’t get it up.”

“I thought marrying him would be like setting an old house on fire. Who knew there wasn’t even any firewood?”

My best friend patted my shoulder, unable to believe what she was hearing.

“You’re telling me that Huo Xun-the president of Xunfeng Technology Group, the famously disciplined and proper heir to the Huo Family-is incapable of performing as a man?”

I wiped away a bitter tear.

“Disciplined and proper, my ass. He has the desire, just not the ability.”

After hearing the whole story, my best friend fell silent for a long time. “People online aren’t always right… Maybe he isn’t impotent. Maybe he just has no sex drive?”

I asked, “Is there a difference?”

My best friend gave my shoulder a sympathetic pat.

“You’ve had it rough, girl.”

“Divorce him.”

Late that night, I drunkenly slammed my palm on the table and shot to my feet.

“I can’t stay in this marriage for one more second!”

“I’m getting a divorce!”

“Now bring me a whole lineup of hot younger guys with eight-pack abs and V-cut waists! No washed-up old men over thirty! All they’ve got left is sexual shrinkage. They’re no fun at all!”

“Ahem! Ahem!”

My best friend suddenly started coughing.

I looked at her in confusion. “Did you catch a cold?”

She desperately shot me meaningful looks.

But I was too drunk to process them.

It wasn’t until I stumbled backward and a pair of large hands caught me firmly that I realized someone was standing behind me.

“Hmm? Who are you?”

“A washed-up old man.”

Huo Xun picked up my purse, his familiar deep voice sliding into my ears.

In an instant, I sobered up completely.