"HMPH, love? Isn't it just hormones acting up?"
He observed her expression and immediately understood her thoughts. "Isn't love just hormones acting up anyway? HEH HEH HEH, you'd better not underestimate this, silly girl. When you're sixty, I'll still have that hormonal urge for you, and you'll be begging for it then."
PFFT.
She was too shy to argue with him, so she just resentfully tapped him lightly on the chest.
He lifted her up and gently placed her on the bed. She still tried to struggle, but he hushed her, "No more nonsense. Be good and rest a little longer."
She was truly exhausted and didn't want to squabble with him anymore.
Finally, she lay back down. After all that commotion, she felt incredibly relaxed.
Quietly nestled in the crook of his arm, she found it surprisingly strong.
He clearly noticed her mood gradually softening. How cute. Can't she always be like this? Seriously, does she always have to throw a tantrum?
