"Ten times?" His eyes lit up. "Wife, are you serious?"
"Fake."
His handsome face fell, and his enthusiastic heart plummeted from the clouds to the mud, "I knew the wife was deceiving me..."
"Add two zeroes." Her tone was casual.
He blinked, "Wife, you're saying you'll be on top, and if we add two zeroes, that makes it a hundred times?"
"Exactly." She said earnestly, "That's screwing you a hundred times."
He froze on the spot, his heart instantly igniting from the sloppy mud and soaring to heaven, greedily asking, "Isn't it a thousand times?"
"Shit, you've got a bigger heart than I do! A thousand times, wouldn't I have to be on top for a lifetime?" Black lines rose on her forehead.
"Who needs a lifetime?" He rattled off effortlessly, "Three and a half times a day, it would be done in thirty months, just two and a half years."
She tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Third brother really is a master of arithmetic."