"Summer Shawcross, don't curse your husband like that!" The next second, his voice, deliberately serious, suddenly rang out.
The man's dark eyes were still fixed on her.
Although he believed her words too, that even when she was seventy or eighty, she would still be a pretty young girl.
Listening to the man's serious voice, Summer Shawcross finally felt relieved.
Maybe she was accustomed to this man's usual hard-to-deal-with and awkward temper, which is why she felt uneasy when he suddenly became gentle.
Thinking about it, she felt somewhat helpless.
"I'm not cursing you; I'm being serious." She looked at him, somewhat helplessly.
What she was saying were all things that could possibly happen!
If he doesn't take good care of his body, perhaps, when they both get old, things would be as she described earlier.
After all, he's just a normal human; if his body is overloaded for a long period, problems are bound to occur.
