"What kind of mission is this? Where are you going these days?"

Wills Watson looked at her and couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

He whispered into her ear, "My mission is to serve my wife."

Luna pushed against his chest: "Wills Waltson , are you really …"

She was so angry by him that she was at a loss for words.

She picked up the clothes by the bed and draped them over her body before getting off the bed.

As soon as she stood up, her legs went limp and he squatted again.

Wills Watson went over and pulled her by the arm, and pulled...