C451 Human Wife or a Human Wife?

After a night of spring breeze, Doyle hugged his waist and looked at the white fishbelly in the east. He hissed softly and quietly sat up.

Last night, in order to prove that he did not care about the size of his chest, he had been gentle to Franny. He loved his wife and doted on her. Finally, she forgot about the unpleasant thing.

Franny had sharp senses. She sensed that after Doyle got up