Tessa's smile froze: "..."
She punched Faye: "Are you really my husband? All you do is put me down. How could I have just a few merits? I have tons of merits,"
Tessa found comfort in herself: "Even though you're saying you dislike me, in reality, you're subtly saying I'm beautiful and adorable, right? Why be so shy, complimenting me so discreetly? I know I'm naturally charming and lovable with high standards. You're trying to woo me in a unique way, but darling..."
She chuckled, "You don't have to be so coy. I'd still like it if you were more straightforward."
Faye: "..."
You couldn't measure the thickness of her skin with a ruler.
He brushed her long hair away from her face, "Enough, say any more, and I'll throw you out."
"Don't try to scare me, I know you can't bear to."
Tessa completely dismissed his threat: "Right, about what you said earlier, what are my merits?"
Faye got out of bed, stretched, and responded mischievously, "You're really quite sweet."
