"What nonsense are you talking about?" she scowled at him, "Just take the money I'll give you and go hire a prostitute tomorrow!"
Seeing her so angry, he was amused instead, "Wife, I can't walk. I have no strength left, how can I go?"
"The same way you got into the secondary bedroom, that's how you will go hire a prostitute."
He honestly replied, "I crawled here. The two rooms were close so I managed to crawl, but the town is too far away. I'm afraid I'll tire out just getting out of the yard, let alone getting all the way there. Or, dear, how about you carry me there tomorrow?"
"In your dreams!" she glared at him.
He tenderly touched her little face, "Dearest, don't be angry. Look, even your recently-healed pus sores are getting worse because of your anger..."
"Shut your wretched mouth!" she threatened.
Frightened by her ferocious eyes, he quickly shut his mouth.
