Someone come and save him, his husband is crazy——
The doctor in a white coat picked up the ring that fell on the ground and put it back into his hand.
Madam, calm down, you are too emotional, I know your pain...
The doctor was still chattering, and he stared with wide eyes. The thin beads of sweat on the tip of the doctor's nose slid along the ugly folds of his skin and into his mouth that was spitting saliva. His cloudy eyes vaguely swept from the expensive ornaments to his exposed flesh, mixed with impure greed, like a faceless worm sticking out a long tongue, emitting a putrid breath. It was disgusting, so disgusting, that he almost convulsed.
You should try to accept your husband, he loves you so much, madam, you have an enviable family and financial ability...
Oh my god, he's still saying, how far is he going to push me before he lets me go? His nervous hands rubbed the hem of his clothes. Should I yell or cry now and tell him that I was wrong? But what exactly did I do wrong? God, why did he treat me like this? So cruel, so cruel...
There were three elegant and careless knocks on the door. The doctor's mouth was blocked by power and he became mute. He bowed his head and opened the door.
Honey.
My husband's voice was so deep and mellow, he sounded like a male singer in an opera house or a cello solo at the finale of a concert.
He trembled even more violently and subconsciously dug at his knees. It came again, it came again, it came again...
The husband's footsteps were walking in so clearly, as if he was the only one left in this space, and he was the protagonist of the theater, so the spotlight should shower him with unreserved love.
A pair of hands rested on his shoulders, and hot breath flowed from his ears into his ear canal, making his brain tremble so violently.
My dear, you look so pitiful——
Intention: Do what you don't want others to do