"Dammit." Jin Liwei forced himself to recite as many digits as he could in the value of pi in an effort to kill his raging erection.
He only needed to think about his baby girl for a second and his little brother down below was already raring its hungry head in search for her sweet, wet heat. The power his woman had over his desire was no joke. His only consolation was the knowledge that she would also react the same way as him in the same situation.
Reciting the value of pi once again proved its usefulness. It not only calmed his erection but also lulled him to sleep after a few minutes. Its effect was even more potent than the traditional counting of sheep. [This novel is a contracted work with W e b n o v e l . c o m (remove spaces). If you're not reading this chapter on W e b n o v e l, it has been stolen. It's very discouraging to see thieves profitting from my hard work. Please read this novel on W e b n o v e l. Thank you! -Arria Cross]
