Shannon pretended to lower her head and said shyly, “Stop it, Wanda. I'm just an innocent person. How could you ask such a blunt question?"
I was speechless. "Speak the human language, Missy."
Shannon rolled her eyes at me, her expression changing quicker than the turn of a page. "No. If we had done that, do you think I would've come home so soon?
"I'm so annoyed. He'll stop responding when it comes to the most critical moment."
I frowned. "How many times have you tried?”
Shannon shook her head. "I didn't count. Whatever it is, we haven't succeeded from the beginning until now. Recently, he just holds me quietly without doing anything else.”
I gently sighed. "You should really suggest he see a doctor."
This was no minor issue. If he continued to not respond, then was Shannon going to turn into the equivalent of a widow?
Shannon was only in her 20s. This would be very unfair to her.
"I'll try again tonight." Shannon cheered herself up. "What if it works out tonight?"
I thought about it and said, "Do you want to try medications?"
Shannon widened her eyes. "Medications?
What medications?"
Was she actually clueless?
Shannon gradually understood. She stroked her chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "It's a good idea."
I regretted giving her this suggestion now and quickly stopped her. “Don't be anxious to use it yet. I suggest you consult a doctor first. Didn't Lally mention that it's a psychological problem? Maybe the medication you use won't work on him and might even harm him. If that happens, then it'll spell trouble."
Shannon agreed with my words and nodded her head. "Yeah, I should probably consult a doctor first. Why don't you come with me when you're free?"
I nodded. "Sure."
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