"Ethan's point of view,"
I'm unsure about her long-term activities outside the hut. Must I visit her?
No, it's currently very sunny outside. You ought to take a nap in this cabin. My male ego forbade me from leaving right away.
What if she has an unfortunate event? If the sun causes her to pass out?
Then, at least go outside the hut to see what she is doing.
No, you won't leave this spot; instead, you'll relax here. Between my male ego and my subconscious, there was a battle.
Please don't fight with each other, you two. It's too late; Stella hasn't returned yet. I need to go look for her because she came looking for me.
I see you are no longer willing to listen to me. My decision angered my male ego, which communicated its disapproval.
I meant nothing of the sort; I merely wondered what Stella would have done with my shirt. My male ego was the true motivation behind my search for Stella.
Ethan, do you have no feelings at all? Are you only concerned about your shirt and want to go find that girl? After listening to me, my subconscious voiced its displeasure.
Oh my God, what do I do? If I think even slightly emotionally, my male ego becomes enraged, and if I think even slightly practically, my subconscious declares me emotionless immediately.
What kind of predicament am I in, after all? The conflict between my male ego and subconscious will be resolved later; right now, I need to find my wife. I opened the hut's door and left when Stella's head abruptly slammed into my chest.
"Do you not see clearly during the day, Mr. Woods?" she rubbed her forehead while speaking in a furious tone.
"Is this my shirt?" I gave her a thorough examination.
"This is not your shirt, Mr. Woods. Do you not remember that I won this shirt from you and that it is now mine?" She flicked her wet hair as she spoke.
"Even in that nightgown, Mrs. Woods, you don't look as lovely as you do in this shirt, which fits you extremely nicely." She certainly has a lovely appearance in this white shirt. Inside the shirt, her white thighs were just barely visible.
Wow, when I looked at her thighs, I thought they were more attractive than her waist. I also wish I could reach out and touch her thighs.
Oh my God, what lustful ideas am I conjuring up in my head? Why do I panic every time Stella crosses in front of me? It covered her face in water droplets that were dripping from her wet hair.
She was drawing me closer with just the natural beauty of her face. I even forgot to blink when I saw how beautiful she was. I was already feeling very warm inside the hut, but seeing Stella in this fiery form made me feel even hotter.
"Why are you perspiring so much, Mr. Woods?" Stella said as she wiped the sweat dripping from my forehead.
How can I explain to her that the temperature inside the hut has now risen even higher because of her heat? I need to immediately take my attention away from her because if I continue to stare at her in this way, my irrational thoughts will undoubtedly take over completely.
My gaze, though, remained firmly fixed on her thighs.
"It's hot today, Mr. Woods." She undid her shirt's top two buttons.
Stella, please refrain from doing this. I was already making a lot of effort to rein in my irrational beliefs, but because of Stella's behavior, it was now impossible for me to do so.
"Why, Mr. Woods, are you hiccuping so much?" She spoke as she reached out to offer me a glass of water.
How do I explain to her that unbuttoning her shirt caused all of this?
"Oh, dear, Mr. Woods, the hiccups just won't stop." She murmured while placing her hand on my back.
Is she concerned about me?
Of course, I say. My subconscious answered my inquiry.
"Please change into other clothes, Mrs. Woods."
I won't be able to restrain myself if I see her for a long period wearing this lovely dress.
"Why? You are now having issues with my clothing as well." She asked while arching her brow.
"Please don't wear this clothing, Mrs. Woods: It's not like that you're thinking, but...." Oh my gosh, I simply can't control it at this point.
"So why are you requesting that I change my clothes?
Ah, I see. You want me to wear the nightgown your grandma sent me so you may have a flirtatious moment with me. Yet, let me state unequivocally that I will not act in the manner that you anticipate."
Why is this crazy girl incapable of comprehending my issue? What does this girl desire, after all? I believe I should explain my issue to her.
Sure, that is OK.
"Mrs. Woods, there will be a lot of issues if you don't alter this right away."
"What sort of issue?"
"Come on, Stella, you're so naive that you don't understand that you approach me wearing this shirt in this manner, I won't be able to prevent the events described in my grandmother's letter from transpiring."
"What do you mean, Mr. Woods?" Her red cheeks indicate that she understood my point very clearly.
"My dear wife, you look too hot in this shirt. Please change this dress quickly. Otherwise, we will end up in bed celebrating our honeymoon," I said while approaching her.
"Mr.woods, please stop it, don't be too flirty, I will change my dress immediately." She said in a nervous voice.
" And please tie your open hair,Mrs. woods, just because of you, the temperature of this hut becomes even hotter." When I saw her scared expression, I couldn't help to restrain my laughter.
"Mr.Woods, take your shirt, I know very well that you all did this to take back your shirt, and now you're happy." She handed me my shirt and said in complaining tone.
This girl will never understand my situation.