Sigrid felt that both of them had a different understanding of the concept of spending money. Perhaps for George, he would consider that all the money spent on all the suits, clothing, ties, and shoes in his wardrobe was indeed nothing. Perhaps he didn't even include this three thousand dollar meal in his expenses. In other words, perhaps he was spending a lot, but didn't realise it? At the thought of this, Sigrid said with a serious face, "You may think that you don't spend a lot, but I think you do. From today onwards, you have to report all your expenses to me!" "Why?" George frowned. "It's a well-known fact that every man who loves his wife will hand over his savings and salary to her," Sigrid said with an innocent look on her face and an expectant light in her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be asking George, "Are you able to reject this fact?" George was speechless. How could she be threatening him with such a cute expression? Was it because she knew
Looking at her innocent-looking eyes, George's suspicions were confirmed. He leaned close to her and said in a low voice, "Wait for my punishment tonight!" What had she done? Why was he going to punish her that night? She was dumbfounded. Seeing her act as if she didn't know what was going on, George had already thought of what he would make her say that night to 'forgive' her. Even after George had left the house, Sigrid still sat at the dining table with a stunned expression on her face. She didn't know what she'd done to provoke him at all. Why did he want to punish her? Finally, she gave up and stopped thinking about it. At around three in the afternoon, Sigrid got ready and asked the chauffeur to drop her at the shopping mall. After looking around for a long time, she finally found a counter selling dance outfits in the departmental store. Since she was going to surprise George, she had to choose carefully. Sigrid chose an all-red outfit
In the spacious gym, aside from all the fitness equipment, there was a sturdy pole... George unconsciously gulped and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you doing a pole dance?" Sigrid pursed her lips. "Yes, but... I'm not very good at it. I'll give it my best, though." When she'd learned this in school, she'd felt embarrassed and hadn't been able to really pick it up. She'd only managed to pick up some of it under Rachel's intensive training. It'd been a while since she'd last done this. She hoped everything went smoothly and that she wouldn't make a fool out of herself in front of George. George nodded. He felt that she didn't really need much skill for this. Even if she just twisted and turned a little, he'd give up his life for her! Sigrid didn't know what was going on in George's mind. She dragged George closer to the pole and said, "Hold on a second. Let me put on some music." George lowered his head and saw that although her makeup was very glamoro
At first, George didn't understand what she was blabbering about. After listening more closely, he finally realized what she was talking about. He glanced over at the dishes on the table. Although it was only for the two of them, the chef had prepared eight dishes and a big bowl of soup. Among them, two of the dishes placed in front of him were good for his vigor, and even the soup was... In addition to what she'd just said, did she think that he could not satisfy her in fact? But that he had to force himself to satisfy her because she was too needy? So she had to advise him to take it easy? George stared at her curiously and asked, "Do you think I'm weak? I didn't satisfy you the night before?" "No, that's not what I meant!" Sigrid's face immediately turned red. "I... I'm just worried for you." Without George's orders, the chef wouldn't possibly prepare such a meal, especially the two dishes that were placed in front of George. In the past, Kama of
Sigrid started her prescription from that day's dinner. As they were both still healthy, they only had to take their prescriptions twice a week. However, Sigrid had to keep a close eye on her anemia and take some supplements before her dinner from that day onwards. In fact, Sigrid enjoyed these supplements. She had medicinal herb broth that night and she'd be having some red date tea after she returned from school the next day. On top of that, her breakfast had been changed to food that was easily digested, such as porridge. She was only allowed to have one bowl of rice for her lunch and dinner. However, George had arranged for her to have some snacks in the afternoon and after dinner so that she would not starve. They followed Xavier's instructions to eat less but to have more meals. This made Sigrid a little worried. According to her schedule, she had five meals a day. Would she gain weight from this? Sigrid felt a little helpless, but since this was a
Cyrus nodded and asked, "What's your major?" "I major in dancing..." Rachel was so excited she could die. Even though they'd had dinner on Valentine's Day, it was with other crew members. Moreover, they'd occasionally acted together on set, but he rarely took the initiative to talk to her, so she didn't dare approach him either. She was afraid she'd disturb him and he'd be annoyed. She didn't expect that his sister would also be a student in University A. "What a coincidence. My sister is also majoring in dancing." Cyrus smiled. At that moment, the owner served two portions of dumplings. Rachel stared at the dumplings and felt a little embarrassed. The dumplings here weren't that big, so she'd ordered a large size for herself... "You don't look like the type to eat that much." Cyrus joked. He'd also ordered a large size. For a man, it wasn't considered a lot. Rachel almost cried. If she had known she would be eating with Cyrus, she would
"Okay." Cyrus nodded with a smile. Rachel was delighted that he'd agreed. She took him to the milk tea shop. After they'd ordered two cups of milk tea and sat down by a wall covered in notes. Rachel said, "People often come here to write down their wishes and stick them on this wall. It doesn't really work, but people still like to do this." Cyrus looked up and saw the notes. He said, "I suppose most of these were written by girls." "Basically. It's very rare for boys to do this," Rachel replied. "Have you ever written anything?" He asked curiously. "Of course." Rachel was a little embarrassed, as what she'd written was about Cyrus. "What did you write?" He was even more curious now. "That's a secret!" He was stunned by her words, then he burst into laughter and swept his gaze over the wall to look for her wish. Seeing him look at the notes so closely, Rachel felt a little flustered. He wouldn't be able to find it, would he? N
"I see." Cyrus was a little surprised. "Then please take good care of my sister." "Sure!" Rachel patted her chest. After Cyrus left, Rachel went back to her dormitory. Rachel was a little surprised when she saw her two new roommates. One of them was a pretty girl named Alisa Toland, who'd arrived that morning. As for Ariel, she had yet to see her, because after lunch, she went straight to the dance classroom, and did not return to the dormitory at all. As soon as Rachel returned to the dormitory and saw Ariel from the back, she was shocked by her height. She had to be about one hundred seventy centimeters tall. Not only was she tall, she was also very skinny. With a body like that, she could easily be a model! Hearing the door swing open, she turned and their eyes met. Rachel was a little taken aback by Ariel's appearance. She'd looked so good from the back, but why was her face so normal? Her body was really nice. Though she was tall and slend