Not good at all!
I feel absolutely terrible!
Olivia Jenkins glared resentfully at the bathroom door.
"Don't rush me, I'm putting on a face mask."
Daniel Marshall lightly raised an eyebrow, his sexy, thin lips curling into a smile, "Wife, I'm waiting for you to come out."
Don't wait!
I really don't want to see you!
Still in the bathroom, Olivia Jenkins pouted, looking a bit fierce, and even rolled her eyes.
Daniel Marshall sat on the sofa, took out his phone, and slowly looked at Olivia's photos.
No matter how long it takes, he could wait.
He could tell that his wife was sulking, surely out of shyness.
That's okay, she'll get used to it over time. There's always tomorrow.
...
As Daniel Marshall climbed into bed, Olivia Jenkins sternly warned, "Starting from tomorrow, you must stay in bed and rest. No wandering around. If you get injured again, you won't always be so lucky. Take it easy."
