Nodded faintly and agreed, Monna smiled.
"Yes. I want you, Belhart! And love you! Therefore, do whatever you want. And love me back tremendously!"
Embraced Belhart's neck and smiled spoiled.
Belhart kissed her cheeky lips.
"This is terrible!" said Belhart drunkenly.
Monna frowned.
"Why?"
"I'm afraid I can't control myself and get out of control."
Monna taunted him.
"Why do you have to control yourself? And why can't a Belhart control himself properly? Even though for almost a year, he could not touch his beautiful wife?"
Monna realized that she had made a very brave and arrogant challenge.
But Belhart actually felt his feelings drift from being too happy to be humiliated.
"Am I weird?" asked Belhart suddenly.
She shook her head and let Belhart's naughty hands run over her body.
"I do not think so. You're not weird at all and it makes me both proud and flattered."
