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