Irish smiled, and her fingers were flexible enough to tie his necktie.
His smoke-gray striped tie added color to his formal suit and looking at his tall, handsome figure, Irish's heart started to beat quickly.
"It's still early. You can continue your sleep." Although Joseph said that, his hands still seemed to stick to her body.
"Well, be safe on the way," Irish looked up and kissed him on the chin, smelling the refreshing smell of his cologne.
Joseph bowed his head and kissed her lips heavily, smiling, then breathed beside her ear. "Go back to bed, or I'll be late for the first time."
When she looked up at his deep eyes, she suddenly understood what he meant. She couldn't help but cover her lips by hand and make fun of him. She slipped back into bed and pulled the blanket around her, leaving only five fingers outside, waving at him like a cat. "Bye-bye."
Joseph smiled at her, "You are a goblin."
Irish laughed.
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