After a long time, Luther finally came back to his senses.
"How does Anderson know all this when he's only four years old," Luther asked, looking at Joyce.
Joyce gave him a hard stare in annoyance, "And you ask me?!"
She pushed Luther away, who was standing in front of her with an indebted face.
"Anderson knows too much. How do you usually teach him? How does he know all this at such a young age?" Although Luther was pushed away, he was not angry, and he kept asking questions.
"How should I know? If you ask me, who should I ask?" Joyce helplessly held her forehead, "It's all your fault. Why do you have to mess around in front of the kid!"
"I thought he was asleep. How did I know he would come out for the bathroom."
Luther shrugged his shoulders, indicating his innocence.
"Huh."
Joyce gave a sarcastic laugh. She was angry and didn't bother to talk to him.
"Well, I promise I will pay attention next time and keep Anderson out of sight."
Luther put one hand on her shoulder and coaxed.
Joyce shrugged, shaking his unscrupulous palms off, and she raised her eyebrows, "You want a next time?"
Luther put his index finger up next to his thin lips, "Shh!"
"Keep your voice down, don't wake Anderson up again."
In the dim soft light, he squeezed his eyes at her, "Or we'll go into the room and continue ..."
"Get off!" Joyce couldn't help but blurt out, "What's going on in your head!"
Luther opened his dark eyes wide and looked at her with an innocent expression, "What's wrong? I mean we could continue talking in the room. What else do you think?"
"..." She was speechless.
She naturally assumed that Luther meant the ... thing Anderson said.
"Ah, I get it."
Luther looked enlightened and he pointed at her, "You little wicked girl. If you have such an idea, I won’t mind either. I can satisfy you anytime ..."
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