Scientists have discovered that 95% of the seminal fluid in men is water, with the remainder consisting of Vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, cholesterol, choline, blood-group antigens, citric acid, amino acid, deoxyribonucleic acid, fructose, inositol, lactic acid, leu, nitrogen, phosphorus, ox, purine, pyrimidine, pyruvic acid, sodium, sorbitol, urea, uric acid, Vitamin B, and, of course, sperm cells!

Upon reading this, beauty-conscious ladies were ecstatic. It was clearly evident from the literal list that everything, aside from the efficacy of the sperm cells being unclear, was essentially beneficial for the skin!

But!

Pay attention, they added. Whenever experts, scholars, or officials speak, the audience dreads hearing that single word: "but."

The experts stated that the volume of ejaculate a man releases each time is simply insufficient to produce any noticeable effect. Especially when ingested—barely more than a spoonful of nutritional fluid—it was completely underwhelming!

Then the experts went on to say that this tiny amount of essence wasn't even enough to make a proper face mask; it was less effective than a single chicken egg.

Finally, the experts concluded that relying on this for beauty treatments would never yield ideal results. If anyone experienced a noticeable effect, it was almost certainly due to psychological factors at play!

Ruan Mingqing was currently being misled by such psychological factors; she genuinely believed that Wang Zhuo's essence played a decisive, monumental role in her transformation...

If last night's ** had been merely a fleeting affair—the kind that ends with 'goodbye at dawn' or an unspoken agreement to pretend nothing happened—she now felt as though she might be falling for the big boy.

She pondered silently: so love and sex are indeed inseparable. Her previous marriage had been bland because it lacked sex; it had long since morphed from love into mere familial affection. The rare, failed ** attempts they had were spontaneous and ultimately ended in disappointment.

It seemed love had simply vanished, and only now, as it quietly began to sprout again, did she realize it.

Wang Zhuo awoke late, nearing the hottest part of the day.

Sunlight streamed through the slightly parted curtains, bathing his bare backside in warmth, reminiscent of how he felt sitting in the pretty widow's lap last night.

The room was quiet. He rolled over, scanning the area with his clairvoyance; no one was there.

Ruan Mingqing's belongings were gone too. He sat up straight, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips, then turned to pick up the note left on the table.

“Handsome, I’ve left first. Thank you for the pleasure last night. I’ll be staying in Jiangzhou for a few more days; call me if you have time.”

The signature was just a delicate "Qing," the water radical written in a single, meandering stroke, resembling a winding green snake.

The note was exquisitely discreet; it mentioned nothing of what happened last night, used no fixed form of address, and left Wang Zhuo ample room to maneuver.

The phrase "call me if you have time" conveyed her attitude while placing the initiative squarely in Wang Zhuo’s hands. If he treated last night as a one-night stand, they could part ways or remain casual friends. If he wished to continue their ambiguous relationship, she was more than willing to oblige, without being overly reserved or evasive.

This kind of woman was the dream underground lover every man desired! Wang Zhuo closed his eyes, savoring the tenderness of the previous night, feeling refreshed and invigorated, as if infused with infinite strength.

He first headed to the bathroom to shower, meticulously washing his hard-won 250. Last night had been so intense that his mind was slightly disoriented; the rush of water made him think the battle had resumed, causing him to spring up eagerly.

Wang Zhuo cursed lightly, deciding to ignore it, and continued cleaning his body. Unintentionally, his mind drifted back to the ** from last night. Now, the 250 was even more spirited; it seemed it wouldn't be easily soothed.

Let it be. It was the same routine when he was a virgin. Simply seeing the sliver of cleavage revealed when a girl bent over to pick up an eraser at school would excite him for half an hour. Wang Zhuo was long accustomed to this situation!

Returning to the bed, he reached for his trousers to pull on his underwear, but his hand retrieved only a pair of palm-sized women's briefs, causing his eyes to widen instantly.

The briefs were dry, but the faint damp marks remained. Wang Zhuo naturally recognized them; he had tucked them into his own pocket last night, playing the role of Dong Yong teasing the Seven Fairies.

When he searched for his own boxer briefs, he couldn't find them anywhere. Wang Zhuo then understood: the pretty widow had played a prank, leaving her little panties behind while taking his boxers!

Damn it all! Wang Zhuo chuckled dryly, imagining her expression as she left. She must have been wearing a sly, teasing smile. Did she put them on directly under her dress