The morning sun shone through the curtains, and Natasha blinked.
"Oh, it's already morning," Natasha mumbled to herself; she turned to her husband, who was lying beside her. She stared intently at her husband's handsome face.
"Didn't think a Dmitri Fridman would be this stupid. Torturing yourself just because of a preconceived notion that's not true. Doubting my virginity? You i***t, I'm not sure if you, who is known as the lady killer, can't feel the difference between a virgin or not. You're bringing women to go to your bed just to play hide and seek, aren't you? Hahaha, so funny. I've never even kissed or slept with a man. I want to hit your head with a rifle butt to make your brain sane." Natasha nagged at length to her husband, who was still asleep in his sleep.
"I'd better take a
