President, Please Go Easy on the Punishment

“He's nothing but a dog, a huge wolfhound at that. What rotten luck! Somebody, please save me!” Nan You looks at the purple bruises scattered across her body, while a chorus of tiny megaphones screams in protest inside her head. When a certain someone gets home, he says, “Honey, I'm sorry. I'll be gentler next time,” rubbing his rough stubble against Nan You's little hand. “There'll be a next time? Hmm?” Nan You says indignantly. She thought marrying into a wealthy family would be the biggest pitfall of her life, but it turns out this wolfhound is fiercely loyal. Looks like I've got him wrapped around my finger for life. “Oh my god, do you think I'm not resisting this too?” “Resisting? No way, honey. How could you resist? Be good now.”