"Are you going to let me off just if I call you that?"
"Yes... I can consider it."
"Hubby."
"Yes?"
Why did she feel like she was still fooled?
"Call me that from now on, then you won't be afraid of ***. I have a lot of 'essence' in my body. I won't die even if I do it ten times!" As he said that, his hands had been busy elsewhere as he pulled off the pajamas on her body.
He looked at the woman in his arms and smiled cheekily.
"So Madam has also learned to say what she means."
She was slightly stunned. "What do you mean?"
"Before, you'd say 'No, no!' But then, you'd ask me to 'Hurry up, hurry up!'"
She paused for a moment and then blushed until her ears were red.
"You clearly did it on purpose! How can you blame me..." Her sentence trailed off.
"Oh? How did I do it on Purpose?"
"You could have..." The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she was too shy to say it.
