"How did you know?"
Taken off guard by the question, Lin Yiren looked up at Li Qianfan, shocked, and asked, "How did you know?"
"I figured it out because when a woman doesn't get satisfied for a long time, the feel of her skin is different from that of a normal woman," Li Qianfan said with mock seriousness.
"Ah—"
Lin Yiren sighed deeply, her face full of sorrow, as if Li Qianfan's words had stirred up some unpleasant memories.
"Sis, is it possible that your husband is not quite up to the task?"
Li Qianfan was ready to delve into the main issue, and asked cautiously.
Actually, Lin Yiren didn't like discussing her marital bedroom issues with outsiders, but in front of Li Qianfan, she always felt compelled to vent a bit and said, "Yes, my husband isn't great in that aspect, each time it's just a minute or two, and he's also particularly small, leaving me unsatisfied..."