Ara was forced to nod obediently at his firm words. She had a ridiculous drinking habit whenever she got mad, but that was her own fault, "Okay..."
Only after hearing her answer did Hamon's mood turned to normal. He gazed at her with his crimson eyes blazed with affection, then raised his hand to straightened her untidy hair, which looked like a bird's nest, he spoke softly, "You tortured me a lot last night, wife."
Ara's lashes fluttered as she replied, "Oh, I am sorry about that..."
What else did she do last night? And it seemed like Hamon hadn't slept well with his red eyes looking somewhat dull. It was her fault, she must have kept him up all night.
Ara blamed herself as she looked at his dull face, however even with the dull look on his face, she still thought he looked extremely handsome. As she gazed at him, Hamon's large hand which was on her head slowly drifted down to the back of her neck.
