After a brief moment of confusion.

Helen Fletcher's face flushed red.

She immediately tucked in her coat.

She nervously said, "Dirk, don't get the wrong idea. I'm dressed like this because... because... I'm not here to seduce you. If I caused any misunderstanding, I'll leave. I'll leave right now."

After she spoke.

She began to hastily gather her things.

Dirk Carter grabbed her hand and said, "It's okay, I'll go find some clothes for you."

After speaking, he found a suitcase that had a set of Catherine Sawyer's pajamas. The two were about the same height, so they should fit.

Not long after.

Dirk came out holding a set of pajamas and said, "Try it on, I think it should fit well."

"Okay."

Helen nodded and took the pajamas into the bathroom.

Soon, she came out.

Dirk was once again stunned.

It was a silky thin piece of lingerie, not transparent, but he overlooked the fact that Helen wasn't wearing any underwear, which caused the soft fabric to cling closely to her curves.

The outline of the top grape was clearly visible.

But it was much better than her wearing the trench coat.

"I'll make dumplings for you."

Helen noticed Dirk's strange gaze and, feeling somewhat embarrassed, simply sat down and busied herself.

There was a moment of silence.

About an hour later.

A pot of steaming dumplings was placed on the table.

After a half-day of activity.

The sky outside gradually darkened.

Although fireworks were banned, the sound of firecrackers was still incessant.

"Do you have any wine?"

Looking at the steaming dumplings, Helen asked.

Dirk furrowed his brow and said, "I have wine, but you just had surgery and shouldn't drink."

"It's okay, I'll just have a little. Besides, I don't have much tolerance,"

Helen said.

Dirk saw the yearning in her eyes.

He sighed, took out a bottle of liquor from the cabinet, and said, "I don't enjoy drinking, but I'll have a little with you today."

These words made Helen happy.

She picked up a few dumplings for Dirk and said, "Try them, see if they taste good."

Dirk took a bite and immediately praised them highly.

He continued to gobble down several more.

Seeing Dirk enjoy the food, Helen smiled with satisfaction.

The rest of the time was for the New Year's Eve dinner. Actually, while Helen was making dumplings, Dirk received several calls, invitations from the department heads or county officials, wanting to use New Year's Eve as an excuse to network with him, all of which he politely declined.

He understood that tonight, the person needing comfort most was Helen.

With the wine and cups exchanged, Helen's face grew even redder.

As she said.

She didn't have much tolerance for alcohol.

"Dirk, actually tonight, you have places to go for dinner, don't you?"

Suddenly, Helen asked.

Seeing through him, Dirk just smiled and said, "I prefer eating at home."

"Do you work in the government?"

"How did you know?"

Dirk asked.

Helen pointed to the briefcase on the sofa and said, "This kind of bag is usually used by people in government units. But looking at it, yours seems quite old."

"Yeah, it belonged to my godfather."

Dirk said.

Helen raised her glass and said, "Thank you for taking me in!"

"It should be me thanking Sister Helen for taking me in, right? Without your dumplings, I wouldn't know what to eat tonight. I haven't had dumplings in years."

Dirk said.

Helen heaved a long sigh.

Asked, "Do you know why I wasn't wearing any underwear today?"

Dirk nodded and said, "I guess your husband took it."

Helen was taken aback, asking, "How do you know?"

Dirk smiled and said, "I also know your husband is probably a very domineering man."

These words seemed to hit Helen's soft spot once again.

She nodded heavily and said, "Yes, he's very domineering. But he wasn't like this before. Ever since... ever since... ever since he started suffering from impotence and premature ejaculation, he felt he lost his manly dignity. No matter what resentment he faced in life or work, he took it out on me."

So that's how it is.

Dirk recalled the words on her thigh and understood immediately.

Indeed, some men with functional shortcomings come up with bizarre ideas, as if they want to regain their confidence through such perverse means.

Just like in ancient times, eunuchs, despite losing their functions, still had desires and pursued relationships with palace maids.

"Did you know? I came to Kenton County to relax. His recent work hasn't been going well, so he's been very resentful and vents on me every night. I had no choice but to escape to breathe. If it weren't for you, I might have died yesterday."

Helen sighed and said.

Dirk reassured her, "No, even if you hadn't met me yesterday, someone else would have helped you. In any case, there are more good people in the world."

"You saved me, so I still need to thank you."

Helen said, smiling.

The two clinked their glasses again.

Dirk asked, "Sister Helen, yesterday... yesterday I saw some words on your thigh. Were those left by your husband too?"

Helen blushed again.

She nodded and said, "Not just on the thighs, but there are words on many parts of my body. And it's written with some special ink that no matter what, I can't remove. These words have been troubling me, and I've tried many ways but couldn't get rid of them."

"Oh? Can you let me see? Maybe I have a way."

Dirk said.

Helen seemed delighted, asking, "Really?"

"I can't guarantee, but it's worth a try."

Dirk said.

Helen immediately turned around, lowered her pants a bit, and lifted her shirt a bit, revealing four crooked words: "Welcome Guests."

It seemed that Helen's husband was indeed on the brink of "abnormality."

Writing such words on his wife, it's hard to understand his thoughts.

"Sister Helen, can I touch it with my hand?"

Dirk asked.

Helen made a noise in her throat, indicating consent.

When Dirk placed his finger on it, Helen shivered.

"This is just regular catfish eternal black ink, it should be possible to wash it off."

This news immediately cheered Helen up.

She asked, "Do you know how to wash it off?"

"Of course, wait a moment. I'll go mix some cleaning agents."

With that said.

Dirk went into the bathroom.

After a short while, he returned with a bowl of prepared solution.

He soaked a cotton swab in this liquid and applied it to the letters. Soon after, the black letters that couldn't be wiped off began to blur. Dirk wiped with a towel a few times, and they were completely gone.

Dirk found a mirror for Helen to take a look.

Helen was as happy as a child.

She asked, "I have similar words in other places too. Can you help wash them all off?"

"Of course."

Dirk said.

Then.

Helen rolled up her pant legs, and Dirk first cleaned the words on both sides of her thighs. Afterward, he asked, "Is there more?"

"Yes, but..."

Helen's face turned red again.

Dirk could tell from her expression that the other words were likely in more private areas.

But thinking about these humiliating words.

Helen felt distressed.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, I can't care anymore, just help me wash them off."

After speaking.

She unbuttoned her shirt.

A pair of large white rabbits appeared before Dirk's eyes.

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