You Can Help Me Rub My Back

"Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?"

"No need,"

He looked up at her at the desk.

"I'll be ready soon. You should take a shower first."

"Oh, okay,"

She answered, turned around and went out. When she reached the door, she turned around and gave a warning:

"Don't be too busy."

"Yes,"

He looked up at her, smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Don't worry, I won't let you wait too long."

Won't let her wait too long?

She froze for a moment, then blushed and hurried out of the study.

Looking at her fleeing figure, he was in a good mood, propping his head up with his hands and chuckling. Suddenly, he felt that such a married life was quite good.

Thinking that she told him not to work too late, he hastened his work.

By the time Emmy came out of the bathroom wearing the nighty she had brought back from home, he was already in the bedroom and helping her tidy up the messy dresser.