The two of them had their lunch quietly and warmly.
Lilia looked to the opposite side from time to time, occasionally smiling at her husband.
Everything looks harmonious.
She loved this kind of simple and warm moments together, which made her decide to want to share this life for a long time with the man in front of her.
After eating, Lilia led Jean to the sofa in the living room to bask in the sun.
She leaned lazily in his arms, holding the man's arm with both hands.
The sun outside the window was quite hot, and the weather was getting warmer by the day. It almost never rained again.
Lilia narrowed her eyes, her fingers slid across the man's palm and traced along the line on the surface. "You don't have to cook anymore. With your beautiful hands, you are better suited to sign your company documents."
Jean's finger is strong and in proportion. Whenever she holds hands with him, Lilia can always feel good.
