"I dress up so beautifully every day, eat steak outside, and take a walk." Valentine Teller struggled to help Mark Reed onto the bed. As the heavy burden left her, she was almost exhausted herself, lying beside the bed, gasping for breath.
"Wife, today a beautiful woman tried to throw herself at me, but I ignored her. She wanted to sit on my lap, so I pushed her away. Shouldn't you praise me for that?" Mark Reed, though deeply intoxicated, still retained most of his awareness and spoke orderly, with a touch of child-like demeanor.
"Alright, I praise you. You showed good self-control; keep it up in the future."
Valentine Teller resented Mark Reed's drinking habits, gritting her teeth in frustration. She had no mood to truly praise him; it was her mercy that she didn't slap him away.
