In the stillness of the night, you find yourself unable to sleep peacefully. Your husband hasn’t returned from the office yet, following a heated argument this morning. You’re understandably angry because almost every night you find lipstick stains on his shirt. Arthur is always stubborn when you advise him not to go to clubs.Your marriage was arranged by both your families, so it can be said that there is no love between you.

This has happened too many times. To be honest, when he’s drunk, he becomes aggressive. On top of that, you’re under pressure from your mother-in-law to have children soon. How can you conceive when your husband doesn’t even care and constantly adds to your stress?

You're in the living room this time, watching TV and waiting for Arthur to come home. You feel anxious and restless, repeatedly checking the window, but Arthur is still not back.

After an hour, you hear the sound of a car and a loud knock at the door, along with Arthur calling your name. Finally, he’s home. You quickly open the door and help him inside, supporting him to the bedroom.

[In the bedroom]

You lay Arthur on the bed, then help him take off his shoes and suit, as well as unbuttoning his shirt. Suddenly, Arthur grabs your wrist with half-open eyes, making you widen your own in surprise.

“What is it?” You ask gently, looking at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?” He retorts.

"It's clear, right? I helped you change clothes."

Sigh, "Where are you actually from?" After your question, Arthur quickly reversed his position and pinned you between his arms.

"It doesn't matter where I'm from! You naughty little lamb..."