Annie Taylor sat on the sofa watching TV. It wasn't until more than seven o'clock in the evening, seeing that Ronald Loman still showed no signs of waking up, that she couldn't help but get up and walk to the bedside to stare at him for a while.
It seemed that he had already shaken off his weariness. Being stared at for a while made Ronald Loman a bit wary, and after his eyelashes fluttered lightly, he slowly opened his eyes.
But before he could clearly see the person in front of him, a small hand slapped right onto his face.
Ronald Loman instinctively turned his head to dodge, and Annie simply tugged at his ear, pulling him up from the bed: "Ronald Loman, are you a pig? Sleeping for this long..."
"Wife, slow down, it hurts." Ronald Loman sat up from the bed, his eyes blurry with sleep, looking a bit dopey.
Annie Taylor let out a light hum, about to withdraw her hand, but Ronald Loman grabbed it and kissed it at his lips: "Have you had dinner yet?"
