

In the middle of the night, he climbed onto her bed in soaking wet clothes. Thinking it was a water ghost coming to claim her life, she kicked him straight off. He said aggrievedly, "Am I not your husband? What's wrong with climbing into bed..." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You actually dare to talk back?!" He pouted. "Wife, I wouldn't dare..." Looking at his body covered in pale, fleshy meat, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes: "Climbing into bed is fine, but... come back after you've washed yourself clean!"
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