Mr. Zhou's hackles went up immediately.
He said fiercely: "Jinrong, you are mine and mine alone!"
The effects of last night's donkey meat were still there; he wanted to do that thing again.
Mrs. Zhou stopped him.
With pitiful charm, she said: "If you refuse to get treatment, do you want me to smear ointment on you every day to get by? Or do you want me to feel guilty and indulge your pleasures outside?"
Mr. Zhou, seeing that she was truly angry, felt a lump in his throat.
The hot-blooded man gave in: "It's just seeing some charlatan. Fine, I'll accompany you there!"
In a soft, gentle voice, Mrs. Zhou said: "This is the good Mr. Zhou I know."
She personally helped her husband pick out a shirt and tie. Her hands so skillful, Mr. Zhou looked down at his wife with affection.
He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her slender waist and kiss her.
