That year he was four years old, and she was two years old. She followed him with a lisp and called: Husband... Husband... He asked childishly: Do you know what a husband is for? For kissing She threw him down as she said that. He was fourteen years old and she was twelve years old. She already knew what her husband meant and didn't dare to scream anymore, but he pushed her against the wall and smiled evilly. : Why didn’t you call me husband recently? He said his lips moved towards her. He was twenty-four years old and she was twenty-two years old. He pressed her under him, kissed her deeply, and his voice was bewitchingly soft Sigh: If you want to...call me husband...