Lin Xiuqing had just helped him to the bedside when he pulled her down with him, leaving her lying on top of him. He held the back of her head and gave her a scorching French kiss.
But before she could react, he pulled away again and asked blearily, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Did you brush your teeth today?"
Flustered and furious, Lin Xiuqing punched him hard!
His own mouth stank of alcohol and seafood, yet he had the nerve to turn his nose up at her. She had brushed twice that morning and again that night. He was infuriating.
"No, I haven't brushed for a month, and I didn't today either. Let the stink kill you!"
"Oh, then we'll skip that..."
His wandering hands started roaming all over her again...
Lin Xiuqing clutched her clothes, refusing to let him undress or touch her. "If you're drunk, behave yourself, or I'll throw you on the floor to sleep."
"Oh, stop fussing. I'll just feel you a little... just a little... then I'll sleep..."
Lin Xiuqing pinched him hard, finally sobering him up a little. "Hiss... what are you doing? Trying to murder your husband?"
She pulled the quilt off him and covered the baby with it again, then fetched another thin quilt for him. Only then did she go out to clear the table and wash the dishes, calling the two children, who were having too much fun to come home, back to bed.
She looked down at her chest in bewilderment for a moment. When she realized what shameless trick he had pulled, she slapped his hand away, torn between laughter and exasperation, and shot him a reproachful glare.
One lie often needed a whole pile of others to cover it, and the more lies he told, the