Cheng Xi looked at Lu Chenzhou, hesitating.

He looked right back at her, the longing in his gaze evident.

She was actually a little embarrassed by how direct his request was, and she blushed slightly as she replied, “It hasn’t even been a month since we last saw each other…”

Lu Chenzhou smiled smugly as he sarcastically asked, “Ha. Do you think that doing it once a year would be enough?” And before Cheng Xi could reply, he started listing off a bunch of facts. “I read that a man’s sexual desire starts declining when they’re around forty to fifty years old, and when they’re sixty years old, they have almost no such desire. I’m only thirty one this year, so there are still twenty nine years of sexual activity remaining for me. Since you can’t handle doing it twice a day, that means that, at most, we can average having sex once a day. If we had sex at that rate for the next twenty nine years, then we’d be able to do it 10,585 times. However, we also have to take your ovulation cycle into consideration. If I can...