“Okay," Maggie agreed, then cautiously rose from the bed.

Unexpectedly, her legs gave way, causing her to stumble forward with a cry.

"Careful!" Sanford exclaimed, quickly catching her in his arms.

Maggie's eyes widened in alarm, darting about nervously.

Sanford lightly teased, "Feeling that weak?"

Maggie bit her lip and retorted, "It's all your fault!"

She blamed him for his insatiability in the past two days.

His response was to scoop her up, laughing gently at her flustered expression.

"How is this my fault?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck reflexively.

"It's definitely your fault. You're the one who can't control himself," she accused, her face warm with a blush.

Sanford carried her to the dining room, gave her a quick kiss, and set her down gently.

“Why do you think I lack self-control?" he queried.

Maggie avoided his gaze, remaining silent.

Sanford tapped her nose affectionately. “Could it be because I've been celibate for too long? And who might be responsible for that, huh?"

Sanford's tone was teasing.

Maggie thought what he said was reasonable.

It was her fault. She shouldn't have left without any explanation.

Just then, a sudden realization struck her.

"So, you haven't slept with anyone else these days?"