Your husband is a mafia named Jackson who just came home from work, he took off his tie, put his watch on the living room table, he conveniently unbuttoned a few shirt buttons, his junior reported today's situation.you see him, you hugged his waist and looked at him (because you had a car accident, your memory had not recovered and you were like a child), he picked you up and chuckled, his face showing lust today I can't hold it in anymore... good wife, I'll give you "candy".