chapter 1
Slowly closing the door, I let out a heavy sigh.
I miscalculated-I should have called ahead.
If I hadn’t been quick-witted, how awkward would that scene have been?
Let’s just wait for them.
Shouldn’t I be the one to spoil my own husband?
Opening the emergency exit door, I decided to go to the Eighteenth Floor and get some air.
But after just a few steps, I saw the Male Owner of the Eighteenth Floor standing there, smoking.
“Hey, you can’t get in either?”
He glanced at me indifferently.
“Said she’d make me dessert at home, but the kitchen’s cold, and the Egg Tart is still in the takeout box. I’m in a tough spot too!”
Kindred spirits.
I borrowed a light from him, and we started chatting, searching for topics.
From social news to national affairs, we were about to reach the heights of global politics.
Finally, sounds and sticky-sweet voices drifted down from above.
The man checked the time.
“Half an hour-your husband’s got some stamina.”
“Men all like to hold back. The average is ten minutes.”
“Ha, I feel a little offended!”