[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. YOU MAY OPT TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER.]
It was late at night at their new home in DC when the man caught his wife, looking at a fine middle-aged man from her laptop.
Lu Fang carried Andrea over his shoulders as they moved from the study to their bedroom, preparing her for punishment.
"Babe? Babe? This is ridiculous, the children will think oddly of us," remarked Andrea while trying to raise her head as she hung from the man's back.
"They are already asleep," said Lu Fang.
The moment they entered their room, Lu Fang threw her on the bed, bouncing as she landed on the mattress.
Andrea giggled at her husband's jealousy and slowly took off her shoes. She got up and crawled to the edge of the bed where her husband remained standing, staring at her, squinting.
