"Mm, my bad."
He never argued with her.
Lyra felt that his breathing was still a bit uneven and asked softly, "Uncle Morris, did you not sleep well last night?"
"I slept fine."
"Liar."
"How is that a lie?" His voice was a bit unsteady, but tinged with a hint of amusement.
Without waiting for Lyra's response, a light and gentle kiss fell upon her lips. Unlike their deep kiss just moments ago, this was but a brush like a dragonfly skimming the water, making her heart tremble slightly.
This feeling made her constantly feel like she was falling in love.
Even after being married for so long, their passion for each other never diminished. She relied on him, and he tended to her every need, keeping the flame of love alive between them.
As Lyra attempted to turn on the light, Morris held her hand back, "No need to turn on the light, let's just sit quietly like this for a while."
Lyra giggled, "We're a married couple, and yet it feels like we're having an affair."
