He reached for it, immediately tore the paper in half, and called me with a smile: "Wife."
I blushed and changed the subject and said, "It's eleven o'clock. Go to bed quickly."
"The first thing to make a change is to sleep together."
I widened my eyes, and then said: "Not yet..."
"What?"
"I..." I stammered. "I'm not used to it."
"You'll get used to sleeping a few more times."
As he spoke, he picked me up. I exclaimed, afraid of falling down, and hooked his neck behind him subconsciously. He walked towards the door and entered his room.
"Come to my room tomorrow."
"... I'm used to living there."
"You will soon get used to here, too."
"Don't fall asleep. We'll sleep together when I take a shower."
I pulled the quilt over myself and asked him, "Aren't you working tonight?"
"I wil
