âSo what? Itâs natural for me to take care of my wifeâs pig feet.â Alan quickly stripped her clothes. Her feet were hurt and he was anxious letting her taking a shower by herself.
âYouâre the pig. Itâs not like I donât know you. You just want to take advantage of me.â Olive actually wanted to kick him but accidentally kicked the door and hurt herself. She quickly withdrew her leg back.
The loss outweighed the gain.
Alan was amused and upset at the same time then carried her into the bathtub. He carefully put her feet out to the edge of the bathtub. âLook at you not being honest. Youâve hurt yourself. Besides, youâre my wife. If Iâm not taking advantage of you, who should I take advantage of? Is it possible that you want me to have another women outside?â
âI dare you!â Olive snorted, looking like a tigress.
Alan let out a low laugh.
âLook at you. Always so thin.â She wasnât the kind who would diet, but the food she ate didnât know where it went. She always didnât have meat.
With such a thin and fragile back, he didnât even know where the power came from. She could seriously carried his mother on her back and walked in hurry in such far distance. Who said that women were inferior to men?
His girl was as energetic as a strong man.
Olive squeezed her own arm. âIâm not. I even feel that Iâm a little fatter these days.â
âAre you? I donât think so. Youâre as thin as fried dough twist. Next time Iâll have to fatten you up. Itâs better for you to be so fat that you canât move. Then no one will look at you.â His wife was well-
proportioned, a skinny beauty which was popular nowadays. But he still liked her to be a little plump.
Olive smiled and pinched is nose, her wet fingers were dripping waters. âThank you for thinking of this bad idea. By then, you will despise me too.â
âNo way. No matter how my girl looks like, sheâs always my baby.â He took away her hand and leaned close to her pretty little face. Those crystal eyes stared at him without a blink, staring at him until his heart softened up, like a large piece of seaweed in the sea flicking.
A kiss was the best way to show love. Her lips, with a breath of vanilla, intoxicated him.
But, it was when they were kissing at the hard to come by moment, they suddenly heard the sound of door outside, followed by Annieâs excited voice and Mrs. Steeleâs several gentle responses.
They really had come home in an inappropriate time. Alan reluctantly left his wifeâs lips.
His wifeâs voice was flushed red like a ripe apple. Her skin was soaked in warm water, like a newborn baby, showing a lovely pink. He wanted to take a bite of her seeing her like this.
Why couldnât they come back a little later?
The bathroom door handle was twisted from the outside, and then they heard Annie suddenly shouted, âGrandma, I want to pee, but the door wonât open.â
Olive was even more embarrassed now, glaring at the man who was laughing happily at the moment.
Mrs. Steele walked over and tried to open the door but couldnât. âChloe, is it you inside?â
There were a few people in the family. Usually, Olive and Alan hadnât got off from work and werenât at home at this time. And Mr. Steele was still in the store. So, the only person Mrs. Steele could only think about was Chloe.
But right at this time, Chloe just opened the door and walked in. âGodmother, Iâm here.â
âItâs me. Iâll come out soon.â Olive had to pull her neck and responded to the door. But when she got out of the water, she was dumbfounded. The man only thought of filling in the bathtub and bathed her. He forgot to bring her clothes in.
Alan didnât rush or panic. He took the towel hanging on the shelf and wrapped her body with it, then carried her out.
Naturally, the ambiguous scene made the two adults outside stunned.
Mrs. Steele said, âYou two are home.â
âYo, are you both taking a bath together?â Chloe laughed. She clearly saw that even though Alanâs clothes was wet, it was his clothes he wore in the morning. Yet she still couldnât help but teased the both of them with an amused tone, making people think of something.
Annie cried out even more heartlessly, âMommy is embarrassing.â
For a little kid, she knew pretty a lot. Olive didnât know who had taught her and her face turned red.
Obviously it was just her who took a bathe and didnât do anything, but she still felt like she had done something bad, so she felt a bit embarrassed.
âOlive hurt her legs. Iâm taking care of her.â Alanâs face didnât change a heartbeat, successfully diverting everyoneâs attentions.
Mrs. Steeleâs gaze fell from the two cuddling position to Oliveâs legs wrapped in white gauze. She was shocked and asked, âHow did this happen?â
Olive hurriedly said before the other two said something. âI got into a little accident when I was working.
Itâs fine, mom. Donât worry. The doctor said that it will be fine after two days.â
âChloeâs legs had just recovered not long ago and youâve hurt your own legs. What is wrong with this year? Itâs always the legs that get hurt,â Mrs. Steele said and felt upset.
In the midst of Mrs. Steeleâs nag, Alan carried Olive into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Annie followed them. She climbed up the bed and looked at her legs. âMommy, does it hurt? Iâll blow it for you. It wonât hurt after I blow it.â
After she said that, her little mouth really aimed at the position where the gauze was, and gently blew several times.
Oliveâs heart turned soft. She reached out and hugged her daughter. âOur baby is such a good girl.
Youâre so young yet you know how to cherish mommy.â
Or else, the old saying went, âa daughter was a motherâs little padded jacketâ.
Alan reached out and stroke the top of their daughterâs hair, then found a set of pajamas. He smiled at Olive, âShould I help you change?â
He even dared to molest her in front of their daughter. Olive threw a pillow at him. âGet out!â
Alan really left, but he came back soon with a hair dryer in his hand.
Annie shouted, âIâll blow mommyâs hair.â
âCan you do it?â Alan asked suspiciously.
Annie snorted with her hands on her hips, âAre you underestimating me?â
âI wouldnât dare to. Iâm afraid my babyâs arms will get tired.â Actually, he was afraid that she would burn his wife. He pat her daughterâs butt. âGood girl. Go find a comb for mommy to comb your mommyâs chicken coop.â
And Annie listened to him obediently and went to fetch a comb.
Olive stretched out her body on the bed, letting the father and daughter do their works. Probably it was because she was physically exhausted, and her sleepiness gradually slipped in. When her hair was dry, she had slipped into a date with the God of Dreams, with a small smile hanging on the corner of her lips.
âMommy falls asleep,â Annie said.
Alan put his finger on her mouth and sighed, then covered the sleeping woman on the bed with a blanket. He whispered, âMommy is too tired. Let her sleep.â
âOkay.â Annie nodded and opened her arms, offering him a hug for the first time.
Alan kissed her little cheek and exited the room while carrying his daughter.