As a man who deeply loves his woman, Mario Jensen should not be inferior to others, right?
"You don't need to learn how to cook from now on. However, if you're bored, you can come and accompany me at the company. It's quite lonely working by myself. It's lonely at the top, isn't it?" Mario Jensen gently kissed the corner of his woman's eye, smiling softly. "You don't have to do anything, just come to the office and look at me. Assert your sovereignty. With so many people vying for my attention, I feel like a piece of Tangseng meat that's been targeted!"
Lina Miller: "..."
Tangseng?
These two words were completely inappropriate to Mario Jensen.
"Husband, Tangseng is a monk, he doesn't get married or have children, and he doesn't..."
The implication was, of course, about sex. If he were a monk, he would probably disgrace the profession. Only his wife knew how strong this man's needs were, although he took her body into consideration and didn't go too far.
