Nia Mitchell blushed as she was placed on the big bed, her face full of shyness.
Maxwell Peary saw her like this and leaned over to kiss her rosy lips.
"Wife."
His voice, carrying a unique charm, made Nia Mitchell's heart quiver.
"Mhm."
She answered softly, lying there with her face growing redder.
"Wife."
He called out again.
"Mhm."
"Wife."
"What?"
"Sleep."
Nia Mitchell: ......
What the heck!
Maxwell Peary, what's with that expression?
I obviously know it's to sleep!
It's not like I said I wanted to do something else, why are you acting like this?
Why does it feel like she's the one who's unsatisfied here?
Absolutely not!
Saying this, she pouted unhappily, burying her head in the blanket.
"Wife, don't suffocate yourself."
Maxwell Peary's voice, with a hint of schadenfreude, came from outside the blanket.
This voice made Nia Mitchell feel even more embarrassed, hiding under the blanket, unwilling to come out.
