But soon, all his thoughts quickly fell on his wife, Dorothy.

She wore a pair of black pajamas with garters, and the hemline was extremely low. Her long legs were half curled up as she leaned against the bed, reading a book. Her legs alone made Alex unable to divert his eyes. How could he have the time to think about Beatrice?

“My wife, are you reading? Aren’t you tired? Come, let me give you a massage.” Alex walked over immediately, gently leaning a hand on her leg.

Thud!

Dorothy placed a leg on Alex and said, “Where’s the washboard?”

Alex grabbed her ankle and replied, “Where would I find a washboard? Who even uses it nowadays? Oh, but I’ve some clothes for you. Have a look and see if you like them.”

“Clothes? Hmph, is this some guilty conscience of yours? Speak up, what’s going on?”

Alex chuckled, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

He grabbed her foot and placed it on his lap, squeezing it gently as he said, “What did your sister say to you?”

Dorothy was basking in the