"Damn it, I have to get up early even on Sundays!" With the alarm clock ringing for the third time, Brook grumbled as he crawled out of bed. He then casually grabbed a handful of his wife's soft flesh next to him, which somewhat improved his mood.
"My dear," his wife said, her eyes hazy with desire as she was also woken by him, "I heard from Mrs. Next Door that she's been learning the Taoist cultivation methods lately, the kind from movies where you can cultivate to become an immortal. Mrs. Next Door said that mornings are when a man is at his most potent, and if one can cultivate together, male and female..."
"What time is it?" the man asked, not agreeing immediately. He glanced at the alarm clock and then screamed, "Damn it, it's already half-past nine! My dear, I don't have time for cultivation. I need to get to the study and turn on the computer!"
Saying that, he threw on a pair of pants and was about to make a run for it.
"You bastard!" the woman suddenly became angry. "Are you going to play games again? You played until three in the morning last night, and now as soon as you wake up, you're going to play again. Can't you play with me?"
"Darling, it's not games, it's about making money, a great opportunity to make money! Didn't I tell you about the Wild Horse Fund? ... Never mind, no time. I'm going to the study. If you're interested, come along!" After saying that, without rinsing his mouth or washing his face, he rushed into his study.
The woman, hiding under the covers, caressed and teased herself for a long time.
Then, with some indignation, she got out of bed and went to the study. She found her husband sitting tensely in front of his computer.