"Of course, that's great. You can rest assured, I've been keeping an eye on that vixen of a wife of yours. She comes home on time every night," Old Madam Moh snorted, "but you should come back early. You can't let her be lonely for too long. Besides, the doctor said that being in a bad mood can affect a woman's ovulation..."
"Grandma," Moh Shiche pressed the bridge of his nose and cut her off, smoothly steering the conversation to the main purpose of his call, "Since that's the case, let Qiangwei take the phone. I want to talk to her for a bit."
It had been three days. That woman must miss him by now.
He cursed himself for not being able to help missing her.
Thinking of her nonstop.
Longing to see her smile, craving her deep, subtle fragrance, yearning to kiss her soft, sweet lips, and even more to hold her as they slept.
Yearning for everything about that woman.
"Sure, sure! Right away!"
