"Give me a hint, is it above, below, in front, or behind, hmm?" Arthur Lindsey asked her patiently.
"Wuuu... Arthur, you're so lewd..." Ella Lacey's mind instantly floated the image of a familiar and perfect nude male figure...
"What's lewd about it, hmm?" Arthur Lindsey asked seriously and upright.
"You know what I mean~"
Despite not wanting to fall for it, Ella teased back in her reply, "Arthur, are you lying on the bed pitching a little tent?"
"Mommy, what's a little tent?"
Clarissa, who had been lying quietly by her side, hurriedly asked, "Is it for sleeping in?"
"..." Ella Lacey found herself unable to answer her daughter's question.
How could she tell her it was a sleeping spot for Daddy's little brother?
"Don't lead your daughter astray now, Ella,"
Arthur Lindsey, listening clearly on the other end, chuckled and spoke into the receiver, "Let's talk business, Yolanda Bardot has woken up, and both kids are back, right?"
