The Mind-Reading Husband
Language: en
After marrying my childhood friend, we treated each other with polite respect. He was a man of few words, and I was cold. We hadn't even consummated our marriage yet. What I didn't know was that my childhood friend could hear my thoughts. In the bedroom, I looked at him, freshly showered, with a blank expression. But inside, I was thinking: [Will I faint if we "make pancakes" together?]