Bucket
My husband always had a low sex drive, so we hadn’t slept together once in our three years of marriage.
But tonight, after he rejected me yet again, rows of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes:
[I’m dying. This supporting female character actually thinks the male lead has no interest in sex when he simply doesn’t want to touch her.]
[Isn’t this great? He’s saving himself for the female lead. Once he meets her next month, he’ll lock her up and force her to love him!]
[After kicking the supporting female character out, the male lead will bring the female lead home. She won’t be allowed to leave for seven whole days!]
I stared at the man sleeping with his back to me and laughed despite myself. Then I immediately ordered a bundle of nylon rope for delivery.
“So, you like playing rough, huh? Then let’s play.”