
Aletta was in the arms of her husband, both of whom were lying in bed looking for warmth. Both of them looked at the ceiling of the room, there was no sound except the roar of their second breath.
"Why does Brother Xyan want to make mas destroyed? What's wrong, man?" Aletta asked as she looked up at her face.
"I don't understand, either, the reason why he hates me so much. We have been friends since we were in the middle class. Xyan, he's a good man. He often helped me when I was ...