Ivy Aretha had initially thought of handling the situation by herself, but after keeping it to herself for two days, on the third night, she took the initiative to talk to Roy Thompson about it. They were husband and wife; they naturally had to be united in heart.
That evening, after being thoroughly exhausted as usual, Ivy Aretha lay on his chest, her little hand gently playing with the man's Adam's apple, still pondering how to broach the subject when his deep voice reached her ears.
"Baby, with you fussing like this, I could think you hadn't had enough today!"
Ivy Aretha: "..."
"Brother Roy, if you keep this up, be careful you might just exhaust yourself to death!"
After asking for so many times, how could he still shamelessly ask if she hadn't had enough? That really was something.
"It's because your belly isn't cooperating, otherwise I wouldn't have to try so hard!"
