Chapter 4
Category:
Romance
Author:
MakaylaWords:1044Update time:25/05/26 20:00:08
The next morning, I woke up.
The first thing I saw was a magnified handsome face.
We were so close that if I just tilted my head a little, I could kiss Sebastian on the lips.
I stared at his long, curled lashes, silently admiring: my husband is so handsome!
So handsome, I almost wanted to steal a kiss.
Just as I was thinking of moving in for a kiss, Sebastian's thought startled me.
[My wife is still holding onto me. She's so soft and fragrant. I can't let her realize that I'm awake.]
Me:?
He's still pretending, huh?
I immediately pulled myself out of Sebastian's embrace, and at that moment, he slowly opened his eyes.
I saw him pretending to be groggy, and I found it incredibly amusing.
But I kept my face expressionless.
Without a word, Sebastian glanced at me indifferently, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
His attitude was so cold it could freeze water.
I muttered, "What's going on here?"
Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, pretending to be all grumpy after waking up?
As expected.
I soon heard Sebastian's voice, full of lament:
[Why isn't she holding me anymore? Did I look unhandsome when I just woke up, and now she doesn't want me?]
[I do have some sleep crust in my eyes, but I can't control that.]
I couldn't help it anymore. I fell back onto the bed, laughing uncontrollably.
But by the time Sebastian came out, my face had once again returned to its neutral expression.
Even when he walked past me into the bathroom, I casually said, "Excuse me."
At that moment, I saw the most priceless expression on Sebastian's face.
I just loved teasing him.
After all, he had been so cold and distant before!
I squeezed the toothpaste slowly, and of course, I heard Sebastian's voice outside the bathroom door again:
[Why is my wife being so distant with me? She must be mad at me. What should I do?]
I smiled.
This contrast was just too adorable!
...
After breakfast, we both went to work.
As I was putting on my shoes, I glanced at Sebastian standing beside me, only to hear him agonizing in his thoughts:
[I really want to spend more time with my wife, but how should I send her off to work?]
[She's almost done putting on her shoes. I need to think of a good excuse before that happens.]
I intentionally slowed down the process of tying my shoes, wanting to see how long Sebastian could hold off before speaking.
But this man—he truly was a quiet flirt.
He just watched me tie my shoelaces for five minutes, quietly agonizing for five minutes in his mind, and didn't say a word.
Fine, I won't hold out any hope.
"Let's go."
I grabbed my bag and turned to leave, but Sebastian followed closely behind, his mind still racing.
If that day ever came, I would really want to give Sebastian an award.
"The King of Empty Words!"
"The Drama King!"