He not only didn't go out but, with a click, locked the door from the inside.
"What are you doing?"
Locking the door at this moment clearly indicated mischief.
Who didn't understand the other by now?
Indeed, without offering any explanation, the man went straight for it.
In such matters, how could a woman overpower a man? The strength disparity was natural.
He picked her up entirely and then threw her onto the big bed.
Oh, and she even bounced twice due to inertia.
The bed was a new replacement, and the mattress was much softer than the previous one.
Then, the man leaned over her and murmured into her ear,
"What do you think I want to do, wife?"
Hiss!
Instantly, her neck turned red:
"Get up."
While yelling, she fiercely pinched the soft flesh on his waist.
Deserved it!
One of the places he feared most on his body was his waist.
He couldn't help but prop himself up:
"Wife, are you trying to murder your own husband?"
