Upon hearing his words, Ivy Miller, who had just closed her eyes, opened them to look at him.
Seeing him taking off his clothes, she gulped, "Uncle... what are you... um, planning to do?"
"For the sake of your health, I've decided to join you in some exercise.
It's a beloved activity enjoyable for everyone."
He said as he finished undressing and slipped into bed.
Ivy Miller shrank back into the corner of the wall, "Uncle, uncle, you can't be such a rogue, especially so early in the morning..."
"The morning sets the tone for the day, didn't you say, this is the perfect time to sleep."
"You're going to be late," she raised her hand to point at the clock on the wall.
"You've overslept, your eyes are blurry. It's only six-twenty, I don't start work until eight.
We'll be quick, I promise we won't be late.
Don't worry, I'm a principled person."
Henry Sullivan said and began to undo her clothes, leaving Ivy speechless.
Was Henry Sullivan always this kind of person?
