I married a mentally ill husband for my sister.
On our wedding night, in order to coax this stupid husband into "that", I lied to him and told him to play a "candy eating" game.
Turns out the guy is addicted.
She clings to me at every turn, begging for "candy".
Later, my silly husband's brain was cured.
He turned back into the serious, cold and ascetic criminal investigation captain of the city bureau who kept away from strangers and made the whole team afraid of him.
From then on, the two of us lived a life of politeness and unfamiliarity.
But late one night, he suddenly hugged my soft waist from behind and refused to let go.
The voice was low and hoarse and said in my ear: "Honey, we... I haven't eaten candy for a long time."
That night I found out——
All the seriousness, coldness and abstinence are all fake! !
What he thinks about every day is how he can swallow me up bite by bite.
