I bathed Daisy under the shower and carried her back to the room, clad only in a white bathrobe. Occasionally, I stole glances at her; she remained silent with a listless look, as if completely powerless.
"I'm tired. My legs are weak," she said hoarsely.
"You're weak, almost like a lower fighter," I replied casually, placing her on the bed. "After our honeymoon, we'll have a gym schedule together."
"Gym?" she doubted.
"Yeah," I sighed, tying the bathrobe belt around my waist. "I don't want my wife to be weak. I want a wild wife, like a lioness. I want her to be on top of me... I want her to satisfy me, not just me satisfying her."
"That's tiring. I don't want to talk about it. I didn't live just to serve you," she weakly retorted, then rolling over and turning her back to me.
I chose to remain silent, letting Daisy be. I turned to grab the wine on the table and poured it into a beautiful glass. After that, I walked to the window, admiring the night view while sipping my wine.
