"Stop being so full of yourself," Purple Summers huffed.
Alexander Summers hugged her as they entered the house, saying, "Haven't seen you for days, I've missed you to death, let me give you a proper kiss."
"Why do you always do this the second we get inside!" Purple Summers particularly despised this about him, "It's vulgar!"
She could tolerate everything else, but not this; it always shattered her girlish dreams on the spot.
Although she was actually twenty-six, she still had a tender, girlish heart.
With a mixture of resistance and compliance, they fell onto the couch together. Purple used her arm to fend him off, struggling, "I'm dirty all over, at least let me take off this apron..."
She had been cleaning today and preparing dinner, so it was inevitable her apron would be stained.
"You look good like this, very pretty..." Alexander Summers kissed gently along her lips, "I like you in an apron."
