"What the... You really can't slide things aside, can't you? When I'm all hurt like this." Ariana is not satisfied as Zayn still remembers what he asked before.
"I'm helping you to ease the pain away anyway, and it's not your mouth that hurts." He said while pulling Ariana, who was lying on the pillow, to his lap so that it would be easier for him to pamper her. He was still gently rubbing his wife's stomach with his warm hand.
Ariana, whose head is now lying on his lap, didn't even resist him and buried her face in the man's stomach because she felt like she wanted to hide her face.
"Your guess is right." She said too softly, but Zayn could still hear her.
"Why did you do that?"
"I didn't know why, too."
