The dream brought him back to the sweat times when she asked him to do push-up on top of her while her face blushed. Every night when she went home, there was a light in the bedroom, and the air in the room was filled with her sweet and light breath.
She liked to stick to him but was afraid of disturbing his work. She brought coffee to the study and came to pick up the briefcase when he came back home. She liked to squeeze all kinds of small snacks into his mouth. She always liked to call him "Hubby, hubby, hubby," with her eyes and eyebrows curved.
The dream also brought him back to that Christmas night when she was under him. That night, when he rushed back from the hotel, she was lying on top of him. The two of them met, and the number of times he touched her could be counted on one hand. One, two... It was just two times, and each time, it was overwhelmed with ecstasy.
