"Happy thoughts!" I huffed, blowing air to the few strands of hair falling on my face while I sat upright. Sam set his dilated eyes to me. If his eyes could speak, it'd be saying, 'how dare you, a peasant, lay your dirty hands on me?!'.
Good thing I could just feign ignorant about it and move on. That's the plan.
"Wife, you've been growing violent the longer you stay here." Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in disbelief.
Did he mean the longer I stay with him? Not that it was a bad thing, but well, it was because I sometimes felt like becoming a villainess. His influence was no joke.
"Stop saying such ominous things!" I frowned, raising my hand, only to stop in the air after seeing him raise his arm to block it. "Husband, are you afraid of being hit?"
