John narrowed his eyes at Adrian. "What's so funny?" he asked.
He stared at him intently, waiting for an answer. Adrian shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing's funny," he replied while desperately calming himself down.
He had never offended anyone. He was not about to offend John now.
He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and asked cautiously, "So last night, Mrs. Shi..."
"Not last night," John interjected. Whenever it was half past eleven in the evening, the alarm clock would ring. Nina set it that way so that she could be reminded of his bedtime.
John had a regular routine and had always relied on his biological clock. But he felt good when Nina reminded him to go to bed on time.
So he just let her remind him.
Little by little, he had stopped bothering her at night, so their husband-and-wife activities were pushed earlier in the day.
Adrian smiled meaningfully and said, "So you two did it during..."
"Daytime, yes," John snapped, starting to feel a little impatient. With another cold and stern look from John, Adrian shut up and reconsidered his next words.
Seeing that John was still frowning, Adrian had to risk his life to advise him. "Mr. Shi, why don't you just ask your wife if she was not ...satisfied?"
Adrian thought saying the word would pop his brain out of his skull. It was so much pressure talking to John about such matters. He did not usually stutter, but John's powerful presence easily dumbed down any usually articulate person.
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. I don't think I can use chopsticks or get my hand wet for the next few days. You have to take care of me."
James was dipping a cotton ball into a bottle of alcohol.
He could not believe he just saw John acting so shamelessly.
It was just a small cut. Why was John acting like he just got shot?
Startled by his uncle's reaction, James dropped the bottle on the floor. With a soft thud, it landed on its side, spilling its contents on the carpet.
Adrian was forced to take action.
He took the cotton ball from James and gave it to Nina. "Mrs. Shi, please wipe the blood on Mr. Shi's hand."
Then, he grabbed James by the collar and started dragging him out of the room.
"Where are we going? I have to help Uncle John and Aunt Nina," James complained.
"Oh, you are not helping. Let's just leave them alone. They don't need us. He can be her feet, and she can be his hands."
Adrian was still within earshot when he said that, so John was able to hear him. He raised his eyebrows. It was not such a bad idea.
"Little girl, I can be your feet, and you can be my hands. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you. Whatever I need to do with my hands, you have to do it for me. What do you think?" John stared longingly at Nina while she kept pressure on his wound. She was concentrating so hard on his injured finger that she appeared as if she did not hear what he just said.
His little girl looked serious and worried. John's heart beat fiercely at the sight.
He liked her even more.
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