It was a sunny morning for Dion and Jillian, as they planned to meet the bookseller who usually came after every few days near the village market. They were excited because sometimes the bookseller brought something interesting from other kingdoms.
"Are you still getting ready?" asked Dion turning to his wife who was sitting in front of the dressing table.
"I'm changing my earrings, I can't go out in fancy jewelry," she replied.
Dion walked over to Jillian and stood behind her. He bent down and embraced her body. Jillian smiled at the sudden embrace of her husband.
"What's going on? You must have some kind of purpose for doing this."
"Huh? Of course there isn't. What's wrong with me hugging my own wife? Do you want me to hug another woman?"
Jillian frowned then turned her seat to face Dion. Her hand motioned for him to kneel down. He followed Jillian's command and he immediately got a smack on his forehead.
"Hey!"
